After days and nights of relentless tracking in the fog and mud, you finally reached the lair of the creature. Broken bones litter the ground around the mossy, hidden cave. You put your handkerchief against your mouth in a desperate attempt to block out the rancid smell exuding from the darkened mouth of the grotto. The fast pounding of your heart, the shallow breath of the sleeping beast,... are the two only things one could heard that night, in that clearing. You were given a contract. Will you see it through the end. Whatever it may be.
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