Just then we got company. Another traveler dashed into the cave to get out of the rain which was now coming down in barrels. He was older than both of us. His dark blue hair stood out the most, so at first when I took in his outfit I thought that he was dressed much like I was. That is to say that he was dressed all in brown. Upon further inspection of his outfit, it would seem that he was wearing some sort of drab variant on a jesters outfit.

"Quite a storm we got out there," he said. He seemed very friendly. He was the kind of guy that you like as soon as you meet. He flashed a winning smile. "Name's Jack," he said, holding out his hand. I put out mine and he took it and shook it vigoro usly. "And your name is?"

"Wolfgang," I said introducing myself, "and this is Casey," directing his attention to the girl by my side who, although damp, still managed to look very attractive.

His smile broadened even further. This was something that I thought was impossible. "Why hello," he said with a nod of his head, "we meet again."

-- The Journey of Wolfgang Apprentice