"Warg," Akiros said. "They're like wolves, but bigger, meaner, and<em>smart.</em>Some say they can actually talk, but this one didn't, so I dunno."<br/><br/>The group set up camp fairly swiftly, finding a nice spot in the valley, near a stream for water. The cocky elf grinned at his statement; her weapon had cracked like thunder with every shot, and as she was cleaning it, taking it apart to get at the pieces inside, he could see it was made of strange, metal parts, and seemed to be filled with an odd, black residue. "It's called a firearm," she said. "It uses this special, alchemical powder," she explained, holding up a bag full of a gritty, black powder. "The powder explodes, and launches these little metal balls faster and harder than an arrow. They'll punch right through armor, like it's not even there. And no, I'm not telling you what goes into the powder; that's the real secret."