Scene Seventy Eight
In which we find a character in the middle of a smoking crater.
In the middle of a forest so black that the trees have personalities and deserts named after them, there is a smoking crater. Even though it smokes the crater isn’t hot, there is a cold wind cutting through this place which chills so deeply that the people walking in it wonder if they’ll ever be warm again.
There is a man in the center of the crater. His clothes are torn, his hair is a mess, and he has the kind of beard that people get when they normally shave but haven’t been able to for slightly too long. This man lies with face down in the dirt, he rocks back and forth a little, and he alternates light sobbing and muttering to himself.
If you listen really closely you can even make out the things he is saying.
Some other way
No other way
Some different lead
Only one lead
“I have another lead” said a voice
The man in the crater looked up. There was a Dwarf watching him, leaning casually on his axe. “My name is Ka’Ta’Ka’Ma’Ta’Ta’Ma’Ka’Ta’Ka” said the Dwarf, “And I think we can help each other.”