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. “Legend has it that once a month we must throw a living creature on the rocks of the Magic River as a sacrifice because the river protects us from the outside world.”
I fell silent and tried to analyze what I heard and Lila continued, “These days the moon was just full, and no suitable sacrifice was coming my way. Behind him came a few elves who looked as frightened as the centaur. She wants to have sex and can’t find anyone willing to do it.”
There were long scratches on his arms and although I wanted to ask him something, he looked at me briefly, shook his head, and continued his gallop. His story in a nutshell was as follows: when he was a young man, about my age, he was chasing a deer and at some point he came to a valley shrouded in fog.
