After getting instructions from the Strange man, and then almost chased by someone who seemed to have recognized her, Neriah felt nervous. At some point, the thought of giving up on her revenge had crossed her mind, but then she had fallen asleep and was plagued by that horrible nightmare where she was forced to stab her husband in the chest.
After waking up from that feverish nightmare, her hate and anger rekindled and Neriah could barely wait for nightfall.
And when the time finally came, Neriah picked up her small dagger. That very same one they had stabbed her husband with, that very same blade she had personally tried to kill Barak with when they first met. She stared at that blade for some seconds before slipping it into her boot.
With no reason to hesitate, Neriah took one last look at herself through the slightly distorted mirror in the inn she was staying at and she could see nothing in her reflection. Nothing but pain.
