Tyle Sands -- page 7218

...look back beyond you...

into the forest. There is a queer figure moving. Like the one by the river. Tall, slender. Clothed in black. You gulp and tug on Sir Erad's arm. He looks back at you smilingly. "What's wrong?" he asks.

You point into the forest, and to the river.

"Eh," he grunts, "probably some forest elves. They're always around." He dismisses your frightened pleas to go faster casually. You can't help but think that...