������� You are a wandering beast, satisfied to be alone and you find the company of others tiresome and annoying. But now that you are alone and lost in the woodlands, you long for other voices beside your own.
���������� Suddenly, a lean lithe otter steps from behind a huge oak tree, with� a stringed longbow in her hands, pointing to rather vital areas of your anatomy. She wears a blood-red tunic and she has a broadsword strapped to her back.
���������� You hold your hands up high.
�������� "State your name and business!" She yells and you try not to make your voice shake as you say that you are lost and looking for shelter.
������� "Where do you come from?"
��������� "Redwall!"
��������� Then suddenly, she grins and takes the feathered arrow off the longbow and says..
��������� "Redwall....I am good friends with the Abbess."
������� She gives you a critical look.
���������� "You look as though you need some help."
��������� You nod.
�������������� She disappears into the underbrush and you hear her say" Follow me, my friend."