PROLOGUE
It is after you barricade both exits that you start making camp. You prepare to make a small fire on some slate table.
"Not so bad, eh?" say the corpses "Dinning upon the grace of the dead"
"I don't plan to stay here much longer, corpse"
It laughs. "Folly, you...so full of hope! Gnaw if off, I will! Eat it and chew it like a leg of boar!" and it wheezes dust "You're stuck here with me! Where are you going to go? The men of Bravos, and the Black Knight Slayer, like a storm! Aye, they have, stormed all passages and cities already...like a thunderstorm of blood! You got nowhere...so you might as well enjoy that leg of boar....Ha!"
"The men of Bravos? And what is this about a slayer, fiend?"
"For your head and your head only! Go out and see..."
Perhaps you've tarried here long enough. You gather the food, weapons and other supplies and leave.