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In my childhood, I tended the flocks of the Magician citizenry. And it was there, among the rolling meadows of my native land, that I first began to take an interest in the creatures around me. I became fascinated with the habits and manners of the small creatures who shared the meade with my sheep. In time, I came to see how all human traits save malice were to be found among the beasts. It amused me to fancy all the elaborate intrigue and pageantry of the mighty Magician aristocracy acted out in miniature by the sparrows, voles and foxes of the plains. From them I learned how vain and empty was the pride of man.
So passed my youth, largely in solitude, until I became a young woman, and one day met Craddock of Cove, a renowned slayer of monsters and warrior against the savage races of the wastes. At first I feared him for his bloody reputation, but in time came to see him as a man both thoughtful and compassionate, who loved not violence in the service of vainglory, but warred only in the defense of the innocent, and hunted only to preserve the natural order. So it was with a gladsome heart that, when his errand in Cove was completed, I accepted his invitation to accompany him in his travels, as his wife.
For many years thereafter we traveled to all the cities of the land, setting up housekeeping here for a season, and there for a year, until he had accomplished his commission. And in each new town, I would take to the country whenever I could, to observe the local creatures and their ways. Many were as familiar as my own hands, others as strange as the sorcerous creatures my husband faced. I did not fear for my safety, for I learned their ways, and would neither display weakness nor offer threat to the beasts I met. In this, beasts are wiser than men, for they seek not violence against those with whom they need not quarrel.
Now, at last, my husband and I have come to the autumn of our lives, and have given up traveling to pass our remaining days quietly here in peaceful Cove. It is our resolve to set down this account of the beasts and monsters of Britannia, for the exercise of our minds and the edification of our children. I write of the common creatures of the field, and Craddock tells of the less natural beasts that he has stalked or faced in battle, and of those other sentient creatures with which mankind shares the land.