CHAPTER 2
Arrows chomp at your head; the ceiling like a bonfire of swarming sparks, of piercing bugs:
You walk upon the palisades, down into the roundhouse stairs. The sounds still echo behind you.
"Like a fish drowning in a river, eastern giant, we are dying in the home we are supposed to protect!" says the monk known as Perispoles "The ailing patients...they scream below us." he knocks on the floor with the heel of his boot.
"You are the Stranger? The survivor, or the one known as seeker?" he knocks another arrow in his bow
"I am Nightcrawler"
"Then..." he is stopped by the bashing sound of pots and pans. He draws his bow and lunges over the corner. But there is only a corpse and the cook there. "Here? They have already breached?!"
The cook, a fat old man, bellows: "No...this one...is" he sniffs "Bastard! We're going crazy!"
"Who is he?"
"The one who slew the Black Rider of Jaghn! The Stranger!"
The building shakes. Another tower?
"Quickly now!"