the old woman seemed harmless enough, and it seemed to
me she might know a little more than she was letting on.

"thank you, tea sounds perfect."

inside the woman's hovel the air was rank with a smell
that i could not quite place, but it was definately a
familiar odor. i smiled and sat in a chair by the fire-
place as she had gestured. the old woman was rummaging
through a cupboard and spoke over her shoulder, "the
wizard has gone to Lynphyre and is not due until to-
marrow, have you shelter for the night?"

the question did not register. i suddenly recognized
the odor that was in the air...boiling fat, human fat.

           .....to be continued.....

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