PART TWO: THE THREE TRIALS
Per'dra, her eyes wide, shook the ferryman's body frantically. "Oleg? Oleg!"
He lay cold as ice, and just as rigid. There were two holes in his neck, made by the arrow which had plunged into the Auris River. Oleg had bled out during the night, whilst everyone else was asleep, and now all of them were utterly lost. Her leather armor stickily red, the Bard clutched her stomach and retched.
When her stomach had finally rid itself of all its contents, she shut her eyes.