The rainstorm continued to rage outside of the manor. You were restless, not able to sleep due to your irrational fear of storms. The only person you knew in the manor right now was Spartan, the half-blooded wolf that your master rescued. You slowly crept into the spare bedroom that was given to Spartan. Light filtered into the room as you slowly opened the door. Spartan groaned as you shook him awake. "What do you want, kit?" He said the given nickname. ('kit' meaning amateur adventurer.)