[b]"I understand that this is a bit of a... crazy situation, but I must tell you why I decided to tell you that story, as it may explain a lot."[/b] Ursaren spoke up as he sat on the log with an expression of utter knowledge washed over his face. He had no explanation at the time he told that story, but as he told it, he actually figured something out that he was unaware of. His similarity to the pirate king. It was actually strikingly similar, which completely caught Ursaren off guard, but he was glad he figured it out when he did, because he really wanted to join up with this group of adventurers.

[b]"I am much like the pirate king Bopen. Sure, I may not be ageless, a pirate, or have a ring that made me king, but I don't have a crew to come back home to. My old adventuring pals are probably long-since dead from when I was last with them, and I have outlived those that were closest to me, even my dear old friend Jameson who died 2 years ago due to a curious illness. I tried to keep him alive for as long as I could, but eventually he...-"[/b] Ursaren actually had to wipe his eyes because he was tearing up. [b]"... he passed on. Now old Ursaren is all alone with nobody to go back to his home to. Enough about that, though. I don't wish to dwell on my bad times."[/b] Ursaren wiped his eyes again, then continued speaking once more.

[b]"I understand the werewolf question was a bit weird, but my old group about 40 years ago had a werewolf in it, and we kicked him out before he could do any more harm to the man who taught me how to wield this trident. If anything, I only have one request of you brave adventurers. Let me travel with you and help me feel what it is like to explore and brave the wilds once more, even if it's just for a little while."[/b] The old man was standing at this point, his trident on his back, his shield in his hand, and the sense of wisdom flowing in the air.