Anybody here? The vast room seems to be empty and the hearth has grown cold. It may be the wrong time of day to come for a meal, but my gold is as good as any. I can always sleep in the wagon, but it would be good to find a dry place for old Dobbin to rest.

Dobbin is a faithful stead who has served me well for many a year.

Here I do not even know the name of the villiage we are in? Poochie is at my heels. Were someone here I would stay, but all is desserted. We will be on our way. As I turn to leave...a cold chill goes down my spine!