The caravan master spoke simply. "Of that I know, one thing is sure - 'irty-one mortals have seen Quisel, and 'irty-one men 'ave died after seein' Quisel. An' ye know... another thing...hmm..." He placed his next words into Jameson's mind. [i]What they've planned is somethin' even demons shan't abide by.[/i]

On that last statement, Tarziel stood up from the chest and looked out the door. "Ah, any time now I figure," he said. The fog outside had become very close to the house, and a cold breeze swept through the open doors. "So, what'll it be?" he asked looking back at the group.

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As the fog became ever more dense in the forest and on the walkway, the voice rose from the mud to Ivan. "[i]If you insist...[/i]" The mud fell back to the ground with a loud splash shortly before Raven's arrival into earshot.