I remember a strange old man in the Cathedral of the Deep who was desperate to invite me to his mistress. It was about a painting. I think now is a good time to accept the invitation. I would be surprised if anything good came of it, because everyone in this world is like a spider, weaving their webs and waiting for prey. But I think a change of scenery would do me good right now. I’m curious to see where my weary bones will take me.
It’s freezing cold, it’s white, it’s beautiful to look at. We have dense snow drifts here and you can hardly see more than 20 metres. But I’m not alone, I throw my miasma into the white death and see where the tears of pain come from. Besides tall Norsemen, strangely sick crow people – the Covians – also wait here.
You can’t trust anyone here, someone who invites others to such a decay has reasons, unfortunately not good ones. When I reach a church, I am immediately attacked by a kind of ice sorceress, the church guard watches as she attacks me without consent and reason. It was a matter of course that in this case, consequences had to follow. The further I walk through the village, the more I see the extent – it disgusts me here. Not the decay, no, I’m used to that, it’s a natural process. What bothers me is the perversion, the decay that works but no death occurs. The poor souls are not released. Nito would not approve of this here, so I will also act in his will when I cleanse this area and find out the reason for this cruelty.
