Whisked away to the far side of this old world with nothing but worn clothes, how to make the perilous journey back through harsh and dangerous lands?
Will the smouldering grudge, fuelling my persistence, be enough? It hardly helps with evading gruesome creatures, known and unknown, or assist in surviving abandoned places harbouring hair-raising horrors.
(and riches beyond believe, if tales are to be trusted)
No matter, the urge to make him pay is compelling. Ah, just the thought of confronting that despicable man and his deranged giggling...
