After the ordeals for which I was paid I left to venture on to my abode, though despite the fruits of my daily labor, I had not the funds available to pay for transport, and so must journey the short distance by foot as is the usual for my quaint life in this small city. As I strolled along under the stars that cast the only light over this quiet, frosty lane, suddenly a twig across the walk from where I stood snapped. I peek into the trees to see naught but the silence under the moon. Though through the last of my foggy walk I cannot shake the aura in my mind of a small creature stalking me through the dewy trees of the forest yonder. Upon that final pace before stopping at my door, I am stopped in my tracks, by a hand upon my shoulder.