Chevik approached the abandonned camp. The silence here was eerie as if time had stopped. Dust was covering everything. A tent was half collapsed on a skeleton, remains of a firecamp and some rusted supplies lingered in the place. A stone caught his attention. It was too well carved to be just a random fallen rock. He walked up to it, taking a closer look. His breath lifting a cloud of dust, revealing something carved. "Galatea". A word, or was it a name, that followed since he entered the dungeon that day. The pixies were chittering about it, spectres and shadows soughed it. He could swear he heard that mute courser he followed speak it. It was whispered on the wind itself. Unease crept along his spine. Maybe it was just the season, the Harvester being around, but this insistance on this "Galatea" was starting to trouble him. He would need to investigate this...
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