Loud yelling, and Soren's roar of indignation and anger roused me up from sleep. We had made camp on a hill that was overlooking a village, and because from a distance the villagers looked somewhat primitive, we decided to wait for the break of dawn before making any sort of contact with them. According to Dracula, this village was sitting upon a really huge mass graveyard, and even though he says that we were only here for more training, I knew that this was just another stop on my map.
But still, before we made camp, I could see that the village was bare. Though it was a little bit large, there was nothing to write home about, and as if to prove my point, the damn village was sitting on a graveyard. The whole place made me feel uneasy, but this was just the worries I had in my mind, saying it out loud would make me seems superstitious. And in a place like Shearath, that's beyond stupid.
