Great challenge ahead

Naturally, taking down a werewolf, a force of nature, won't be an easy task. No matter how well prepared one can be, death is the most likely outcome. Trevor firmly warned Saito of that.

Firstly, the werewolf only sees in the dark, but his eyes can't take in the light. That's why he avoids sources of light entirely. Because it blinds him. From its perspective, the moment Saito reached the village, he probably vanished from the beast's sight.

While their information is limited, it is known that physically speaking, the werewolf's strength is slightly lesser than the goblin's king, but much, much faster. Its claws, capable of cutting through even metal, make him a much more formidable opponent than the goblin. 

There's no good gameplan. Your best chance would be  to blind him and go for a swift kill, but its hide is insanely tough. There's no guarantee that going for the eyes would take it down either. The neck's hide seems a lot thinner to allow the werewolf to look around, but that's the only "weakness" there is to go of. 

After exchanging informations, Trevor leads Saito back inside his house, walking into a different room he's never walked into. A storage room.

"The one great advantage of being a blacksmith is that I occasionally come around special stones and rare materials. I have a bit of renown, so I do get approached by travellers and merchants to create items occasionally. I've kept those for emergencies."

By moving bags aside, he'd reach the wall. His fingers reaching for one of the planks, easily pulling it aside, revealing an hidden safe. There's a couple rarities in there, but it's difficult to see since Trevor is standing right in front of him. Trevor pulls an healing potion and a white gem out, as well as a small bag.

"I entrust these to you I'd really like you to come back alive."

The trust warms his heart. But also fills him with dread. There's no guarantee he's living through this one.
"What does the gem and bag do?"

"It's a light gem. Break it and it'll create a blast of light. I've been genuinely keeping it around incase that creature ever came roaming in the village during a storm, since it makes the lights go out.
The bag is used for smoke signals. If you ever need help, open it up. The smoke should be visible from here. But please, don't send people to their deaths."

Sounds like a sensible thing to not do.
"Right, you know I'd never want to do that."

He nods in response.
"Are you going tonight?"

Am I going tonight? I mean.. I have time. I could be doing tomorrow even. Maybe tomorrow would actually be better. His body needs time to recover from the muscle tears.

"Tomorrow. I'll try to fight some more goblins if there's any before heading out."
"Glad to have you around another day."

Saito laughs bittersweetly.
"Yeah.."
"You should tell the others too."
"I should. Otherwise I don't think I'll be able to talk to Chloe anymore. And your wife would beat me with a spoon."
"Oh you haven't had a beating yet. The werewolf's nothing after that."

They smile. Relaxing like this while knowing you'll be facing death tomorrow feels nice.
"I'm still tired, so I'll retire to bed early."
"Sure. Have a good night Saito."
"Goodnight"

Heading back to bed, he drops on it like a rock.
"I'll get me some more sleep..." 

Waking up the next morning, his routine goes as usual. Get clothed, eat breakfast and make small talk with the family. Rather than heading out of the village, he instead walks to Glowvia's barricades, hoping to defeat some more goblins finding their way here.
(If I can get to level 19, it'd be a lot better than nothing.)

Now sitting on the fence early morning, he finds himself on guard duty. Villagers come and go, greeting him as the sun goes up. Once more, a shower of praises and gifts from his peers, driving him uncomfortable. There's maybe 1 goblin for every two hours that passes by. It's not really worth it, but at this pace he might level up tomorrow.

He sighs. This is a lot of waiting for someone who has limited time before being sent to his death.
At the very least, it allows his body to recover.

"Is everything okay?"

Is that Chloe? He turns around, noticing her standing there, looking worried.

"Oh, did you hear me sigh? Yeah I'm good, its just a lot of waiting."
"You've been here all day so far.. Dad said you wanted to talk to me?"

Oh, right. I didn't bring up the topic of the werewolf to them. I'll have to thank Trevor for giving me this chance.

"I talked with your dad yesterday. I asked him for help, and we both agreed. I should take on the werewolf."

"Oh.."
Her voice sounded so small. As if she was disappointed. 

"He gave me advice, ways of getting help, gave me a weakness to go after and items to help me. I'm glad I asked him, but we figured we should tell you about it too."

She nods.
"Thank you. That's thoughtful."

Now that I think about it, how old is she? She looks maybe in her 20's, but her demeanour doesn't fit her age. (That'd be weird to ask. I feel like she'd think I'm trying to hit on her.)
His mind immediately goes back to Trevor offering Chloe's hand. His face grows red again from embarrassment. No, nope. I'm a dead man walking, that's not what she needs.

"I don't know if it's alright for me to ask-" Continues Saito
"But whenever a life's at risk, your mood goes down. You look sad, as if thinking about the losses you've had. Is there anything you'd like to take off your heart?"

She looks up, her gaze meeting his, surprised. Did I really say anything strange?
"You're the first person that has offered to hear me out like that."

That's because guys get nervous around you.
"I.. We lost a lot of villagers. To bandits, to the werewolf, to goblins. Some went to travel Vestris and never came back. Then came your people, dying left and right. My brother is enrolled in the military and we haven't seen him in a year.. It's.. It's so much. I'm tired of this. I don't want people to die anymore. Why is the world like this? Why is it making people suffer so much?"

Oh, she's really going at it. He clench his teeth, realising something. The only reason why this place is so fucked up is so people from his homeworld die here as part of entertainment. Maybe before this show even began, this was peaceful.

"When did this place get so deadly?"
"A couple months ago."

Yep. That's around when the "streams" started. That's when people began getting sent to their death. So it's not a coincidence. Something is affecting this world, affecting outcomes. Like a whim.

"How was it here, before all it started?"

She ponders for a moment.
"It was quiet. The great werewolf never would be seen, always steering clear of humans, only hunting creatures to feed itself. It was seen as a great guardian. The goblins don't act different at all. They kept to their border unless they ran out of food, attacking travelling merchants to restock their food supplies, especially in winter. The border.. Vestris use to be okay. People would come and go. And then they suddenly started attacking anyone who got near that don't come from that kingdom. We've had a lot travellers in the past months. Some of them claiming to know us. But they all would disappear after maximum a week. It's like everything just started at once."

Anger began to build up within him, his hand shaking, adrenaline starting to pump.
That's so messed up. That's literally downright horrible. If this entire thing was meant because some god wanted us to fix this world, it'd be one thing. But no. Problems were created for them.
Just to kill as many people as possible. His faces tenses, but he tries to hide it from her.

"Are you angry?"
"Ah. Yes, I'm angry."
"I'm sorry"
"You did nothing wrong, thank you for telling me this."

If anything, this is great information for the next players coming in. They're fighting an invisible, god-like foe that modifies the world and its living beings's intentions. That would entirely explain the assassin being sent off after them.

"Maybe.. Before going to fight that werewolf, you could wait here?"
"Wait? Is there something else happening?"
"You know when the bandits raided?"

Of course I do. Noticing my expression, she keeps talking.

"We knew we wouldn't be able to handle it. So one of us took a horse fled toward Glarion to alert their military. They're a couple days away, but if we wait long enough, a patrol of guards should come over."

We've seen Glarion's guards maybe twice. Both times, they were compassionate, friendly, caring and protective. Noble soldiers willing to put their life on the line. But guards and the military are two different branches.

"If you told the military, then soldiers should be coming."
"Yeah."
"How long would it take?"
"In horse back.. Maybe 5 days?"

So they're going to come around maybe before, maybe after my fight with the assassin.
He sighs. He got his hopes up for a moment.
A small noise catches his attention. One small goblin comes running through the trees, looking starved. Creating his magical claws and his magical aura, he imagines his claw reaching out to him. Sure enough, to his surprise, the mana over his arm extends itself, reaching a couple feet further, piercing the body of the goblin, killing it.

"Was that a goblin?"
"A weak one yeah."
"What was that?"
"Oh this?"

He withdraws his claw, showcasing it.
Oh. I remember now.
This village has books. One of the players has read through a couple of them, purely for the sake of providing knowledge before his inevitable death. One of them, related to magic, gave them a bit of information. The better the mental image of the spell you're attempting to cast or create, the stronger it is. Magic is flexible to the mind. Expanding his claw to his command is a pretty cool asset to have.

"It's an attack spell. Magic. They're just magical claws."
"It's so pretty! It stretches?"
"Apparently"
"What else can you do?"

He smiles, talking about reinforcement magic and attack creation.
"Where did you learn that?"

Oh um. You know. I learned magic by levelling up.

It just came to me after I took down the bandits. I'm not sure how this system works.
She tilts her head, not sure of what he means by system, but doesn't seek further.

"I guess those claws are what I'll be fighting the wolf with. I don't think blocking its claws with my sword is possible."
"I don't know."

A breeze goes off, the leaves rustling in the trees.
This sensation is nice. This is comfortable.

"Where's your home?"

After a moment of hesitating, he takes a deep breath.
"Another world."
"There's different worlds?"

He raises an eyebrow. She believed that? Maybe the possibility of different worlds is only inconceivable to his own people.

"Yeah. We call it Earth. There's a lot of kingdoms there, but I'm from Japan."
"How did you get here if you're from another world?"
"I blinked and I was here. I couldn't do anything."
"Some people has said something similar to that before. Are all of you sent here from that place?"
"Yeah, all of us are. Well. All the ones you've seen wear weird clothing." 

She giggles, amused. If anything, she's sweet to talk to.
"Should I leave you alone?"
"Please don't, you're fun to talk to. Waiting here is painful."

She hops onto the fence and sits down beside him, fidgeting onto a small pendant.
He looks over at it. It is beautifully carved.

"What's the meaning of the pendant?"
"Oh. Brother gave it to me before he left to join the military. I really hope he's fine."
"Well! If you think about it that way. Anywhere is safer than here. He's surrounded by people as strong as he is. Don't you think he should be safe?"

Her train of thoughts stop. As if my words just made a lot of sense.
"Yeah. He should be safe."

Both of them would talk there until the sun sets, relaxing.