When we left the house in Ramshorn, we just saw what the ghoul had done together with her praetorians. Injured passersby helped the mortician put dead bodies on his wagon, Druids tried to heal gasping people on stretchers, and others repaired damaged windows and doors. From many who passed me I got poisonous looks thrown and some of them also spat at me. Not to mention the insults I had to hear. As if I was to blame for all this. As if they wanted to see me dead again. Like that day when I arrived at Ramshorn. After a tomato hit my head, I pulled up my mask and hood and sped up my walk out of town. […]
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