An old woman wearing a black cloak.
'Ah, awake at last. Hehe' , she croaks.
'Who are you?', you cry.
'I may not be as pleasant looking as Lord Berring, but at least I do
not hide behind a mask of deceit and magic!', she shouts out. 'You may
be suffering from a bit of a headache, but it will pass. You feel pain
in your eyes because I have washed them with tikah water. That pain
will pass also. The water was used to wash your eyes of Tyle craft.',
she says.
'Tyle? Lord Berring was explaining it to me.', you say, confused.
'Well, Lord BERRING didn't explain enough. What else did he tell you,
girl?!', she shouts.
'He told me that Tyle Sands was rich with Tyle, and that it was found
here 700 years ago.' , you say, shaking with fear.
'I guess he didn't tell you that he was one of the first settlers.And
that he rules us with an iron fist, that tyrant.' she says.
'What?! He doesn't look that old! And I saw his people! They're so
happy!', you say.
'That was the Tyle! And what you saw, those people, it was all magic.
Look outside now, look at the real Tyle Sands!', she cries out!
