"Actually, there is one other thing..." you say. The wizard perks up. "When I stepped outside the temple to Hermes, I noticed a couple of strange men walking past."
"Strange? How so?" the wizard asks.
"Well... you see, they never actually looked at me. But it was like I could feel their eyes burning into my soul. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being scrutinised, my every thought laid bare for them to judge. It was... unnatural." You shudder the last word, recalling keenly still the feeling.
"That certainly isn't a nice feeling..." Kemvar muses. "Hopefully, they're just paladins or monks passing through, searching out any evil influences in the town. I wouldn't worry too much about it, my boy."
Fair enough, you think.
"Oh," you add. "The men had a symbol of a wolf tattooed on their left cheeks."
Kemvar's eyes widen in alarm.
"Quickly!" he shouts, taking up his staff and fitting a pair of rings onto his hands, then rushed over to a locked box to the side of the room. It springs open with but a word, and from within he produces a sword in its scabbard and hands it to you. "To arms!"