We start with Ehsan, who is on top of The Owe List, and decided to rebuild himself as a werewolf.

A very special werewolf and ex slave driver. A humanist and a liberal. A would be emanci־mothufuckin'־pator of the slaves.

Immune to silver: Myself, self protection. Unique.

Other werewolves are highly allergic to it, but he seems to like it.

A construction of tubes and needles around a bound werewolf, injecting liquid metal into him. He closes his green eyes, and opens eyes of silver, like perfect mirrors.

Fung chooses The Unquiet Past.

• The woman:

A remarkably beautiful woman on her path to independence.

Superhot: Directly, action. Potent.

Screw descriptions, just think Jessica rabbit.

• The bird who will come out of the egg: The Crane
• The demon whose heart (which is his ring) is in the egg in the nest: Ugurnaszir
• The person who raided the nest and found the hair and the egg: Jahangir

• The hunter:

Rough, stubborn, with a very poor vocabulary. Perfect for Dim.

• His prey:

A vicious werewolf.

• The wolf child he found and raised: Zarak, who wants dad to move to the city
• The maiden in distress he saves

• The pissed off demon:

A highly civilized, yet pathologically honest demon with a passion for possession.

Possesion: Covertly, maneuvering. Potent.

Concentrating, the possessor can control the actions, and even the thoughts of the possessed.

An austere cleric stands before a house of ill repute, preaching at potential customers. Ugurnaszir is watching him from outside a tavern across the street. Panic flashes in the cleric's eyes as he sees and recognizes the demon, but Ug touches his ear and smirks, and the cleric's pupils dilate as his face put on the exact same smirk. Ug sits quietly, and the cleric turns and walks into the whorehouse.

• The powerful sage that took his ring
• The thief who stole the ring from the sage:

A very good thief.

Misdirection: Covertly, maneuvering. Consequential to myself and self protection.

By using what's around him, he can direct people's attention to wherever he wants.

While you are reading this, and wondering if Shad is a guy or a girl, and how large and magnificent her breasts are, you are not paying attention to your pocket. Don't bother checking – it's already too late.

• Other demons
• The Forger of the ring:

A savant tinkerer of magic.

Magical Surprise: For myself, self protection. Consequential for love (because this shit stains your soul).

Always ready with some cool gadget to save the day. Almost like Batman's utility belt.

The merc's huge arm shoots forward and grabs the young man by the collar, lifting him off the ground. “Where is the vial, little man?” he growls. The young man twists out of his shirt and falls to the ground. He dives to the side, reaches under a rug and pulls out an arrow and throws it at the merc. The arrow spins in the air, hits the merc with its side and falls to the ground. The merc smiles. “'tain't nice poking at strangers with a pointed stick” he menaces. The young man ducks to the floor, wraps his hands around his head, closes his eyes and shouts: “Go go Tenser's Hunting Hawk!”.

• The previous owner of whatever magical power source the ring was made from.

• 3 X genii: Serpent, Bull, Crane
• The Crane's secretary:

Dedicated to the Crane before he was born, raised in complete purity, making up for lost time. New head of the Foot clan.

• The magician who imprisoned the genii
• The fisherman who woke them up

Most of this chapter takes place in the fishing village of Maklu'a, which lies at the sea, just south to the castle of the winds, which is where Ehsan came from.

In a wicked age, in a small forest, Ehsan opens his eyes. He is very weak, and his clothes are torn. He remembers the chants, which he refuses to join; the crystals, vibrating, pulsing; then the flames. Screaming. He remembers Larsa's chant taking over and Damash's blind gaze – at first confused and lost in all the sounds around him, and then staring at him with sudden understanding and conviction. He remembers something within him stir and growl. And then he rages.

Through a red haze he sees the dragon approaching, a manifestation of his own rage, and suddenly everyone are screaming along with him and the flames grow higher and the change takes him. And he runs. And he knows no more, except that somehow sees the death of his mother, many years in the past, and he sees the hunter that killed her, and he swears revenge.

Checking his pockets, he finds some small change. In silver.

And then he hears a horse's footsteps. He looks and sees a city slicker, well dressed, riding slowly on a magnificent horse, but his newfound senses catch the stench of brimstone and he realizes that he is faced with a demon, being the very foulness he was created to hunt and destroy. He is at once convinced that consuming the demon's soul is just the thing for him.

In the mean time, the demonic city slicker picks Ehsan's exhausted body, which he intends to wrap around his horse and carry to the nearby fishing village of Maklu'a, and realizing that this is no ordinary human he tastes a drop of his blood (easily extracted from one of the many scratches that adorn his body), for science. But the blood burns in his mouth, which on one hand stops the demon from examining it any further, but on the other tells him everything he needs to know about its owner.

Ehsan, who sees exactly what the demon has done, braces himself, and with his last ounce of strength grabs the demon and bites its throat, through which he intends to drink its blood and soul. But the blood is thick, and the demon clenches, and before he gets any he is tossed to the ground by the disgusted demon – one very polite Ugurnaszir. “I was merely trying to help”, he exclaims, “but if it is my blood you want you need only ask”. Ehsan nods hungrily, desperately, and Ug pours him a pint of his blood. This greatly refreshes Ehsan, and only slightly exhausts the demon, who continues on his merry way.

In a wicked age, in the nearby fishing village of Maklu'a, in a filthy tavern, Leili is serving drinks. In one of the corners there is an almost solid cloud of smoke surrounding a group of hard pipe־hitting Dannites, talking amongst themselves in their sing־song tongue. Into the tavern, and into Leili's face, comes Jahangir – “Wife! I come for you!”. “Get. The fuck. Out, Jahan”, she intones. But Jahangir is not deterred by words, he lifts Leili over the counter and out the door. She struggles, and a tress of her red hair is stuck in a crack in the counter and tears of her head. Most of the pretty־boys in the tavern are too afraid to try and stop the surly barbarian, the ones that try are soon no longer pretty.

Once outside the tavern, Leili agrees to a parlay. Apparently, she requires a different, more luxurious lifestyle than he has to offer (as if he is not getting enough of this shit at home from Zarak, his adopted son). Finally He shows her a huge egg he found in a nest he recently raided, and the long blood־red hair he found in the nest, which is how he found her in the first place. She agrees that it might be worth some money, and offers to show it to a friend of hers her uncle's (who also owns the tavern). “I give this to you, not to him”, emphasises Jahangir.

Back in the tavern the cloud of smoke is broken by one of the Dannites, who picks up a tress of red hair, examines it closely, and says something in Dannish to his friends.