At the top of the hill you spot a small open tent, an equally small fire in front of it. Arranged around the tent are small charms of some kind - sticks, stones, bones and feathers tied in intricate patterns, almost like dreamcatchers. Inside the tent sits a person, crosslegged. The person is dressed in a simple hooded poncho and wears a [url=http://www.shopenzed.com/img/?syscmd=picoverlay&picID=521475&text=&col=cc0000&angle=15&size=11&font=Verdana&flags=4&quality=90&loc=361&spacing=0&resizeTo=250]mask[/url] which covers its face. Judging from its revealed skin, the person is very old; its hand is wrinkled and veiny. As the first of you approach, the person turns its head towards you.

'So' it says in the voice of an old man, 'You've finally come to claim me.' He pauses for a bit before continuing, seemingly looking you over. 'I must admit, I did not expect the Cinnidhean to send someone like you. Truly, the world is changing. Before you kill me, would you grant me one last request?'

The wind tuggs at the tent, causing some of the charms to jingle and clatter. For the moment, the two of you are alone.