The bicker.

"Rain." said Logar "I'm sick of rain, day and night, night and day."

"Get used to it."

"Why should i?"

"Cuz' as long as the monsters roam the land there's gonna be rain." said Krik.

"Humph"

"Just help carry the Boar."

An introduction of sorts.

Thou may know of death as a threshold. A walkway to the heavens or the pits of the underworld. Thou perhaps may see it as thy freedom, thy freedom from pain and sorrow.

But beware! There art those who would taketh away thy great freedom. Beware! Beware the brain-eaters! Beware the ones who would encase thy soul in the rotting cursed, the fuel for the dream-flayers!

Beware!

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