The news of a djall hiding in the nearby woods spread like wildfire in the city. What killed the malevolent being started many rumors. Magsmen and bards were badgering the city guards to fork out some information so they could spin a tale and a song to earn their livings. However, even the most venerated Suka, the divine bard, couldn't cajole the guards into opening their mouths.
However, the folks, spooked by ominous occurrences in Minaak, couldn't be denied a story, a tale that could lighten their nightmares.
So Magsmen racked their creative brains and churned out their version of accounts of what had transpired in the heart of the Nimara wood.
Of course, the juicy tale had a mysterious yoddha with a murky past, hunting for the embodiments of evils, the spirit defilers, and their dark companions like djalls.
