The thing is, that werewolf was technically me after I became a midnight snack for one of his mates. I remember when the party eventually took him down they cut him up into lots of little bits, ripped out his heart, etc. In other words, not much chance to raise poor old Shabanon the Wise then! Oh well, every cloud has a silver lining, the next adventure saw the arrival of Montana Parthalion, and the rest, as they say, is history!