... "No she didn't", i replied and walked down the road in the middle of the misty forest. At that time i had no hunger or lust for flesh, yet my eyes started to get sore. Ben took a stone near the river to help me out, and then Rosarie's mouth started to bleed and she cursed the old lady in the river. "Damn you!", she cried, but no one was around to hear her cries. The echoes in the forest faded and the sky turned grey. Far away from home we walked, far away we had come over mountainslopes, misty swamps, frostbitten lakes of the northen kingdom of Ashthindril. Our journey had come to an end, the old lady in the river had embraced us with her long black fingers of death. Crawling creatures of darkness creep up from the river, black creatures eat our rotten flesh.
