After they had passed finally the city gate, the old man said to IRIN, „ follows the street up to Corner lane, there go to the " Golden Ox “. Says to the landlord, >Arn, the wolf man sends me.< He will give you place for the carriages, a space for sleeping and a warm meal for a fair price. I have to do at another place something else. “ „ Now so long you already accompany us, and only now we find out your name.“ „ My name was and is insignificant. However, the landlord is an old friend of me and he stands in my guilt. “ Thus spoke Arn, the old wolfsmann, and disappeared in the crowd of people.