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Chapter 12: The Old Man

Sethlzaar let himself into a free fall. He dropped through the remaining distance and hit the ground harder than he planned but did not let it hinder him. He rolled away from the voice on impact and came to his feet immediately, leveled into one of the few variations of the knife stance Yggdra had taught them.

He reached for his knife, and his hand met nothing.

Where is it? he panicked. The bear. The realization clawed at him.

Panic grew to terror. Truth damn it all.

He was left with only a few choices. Not finding himself with the strength to run, nor the mood for it, he turned to the source of the voice.

An old man sat in the dirt. His back rested against a tree as he seemed to mull over his own question. "Of course not," he concluded. "You don't look the kind. Well, that way," he pointed to his right, "will find you in a cloud of fog, annoying thing

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