“Forget it, it’s better you don’t know. Even the sounds of the surrounding forest were somewhat muffled, but I didn’t let it deter me and continued walking along the road that soon turned into a barely visible path. It stopped galloping in front of me and looking frightened behind it said in a guttural voice, “Run! He was the only human there. And the smell… I think it’s easier to get to it from the other side of the mountain and most of them end up this way.”
“You can keep the photo,” the old man said, seeing how admiringly I looked at the girl in the picture. When I met him, he handed it to me and whispered, ‘She wanted to kill me because I didn’t want to have sex with her!’”
“He died a few hours later, and we buried him in the cemetery by the river. She looked around to make sure someone couldn’t hear her and continued, “Once it comes out of Mistveil, this water changes its name to the White River, and on it
