The sound of wood on cobblestone woke him. It was a harsh awakening. Certainly not one he expected. Albern shot his head upright, his neck making him regret it. "Ouch!" he yelped, massaging his neck.

"Sorry about the rude awakening," said a male voice, coming from somewhere in front of him. The voice sounded old. "Whoever made this road several blue moons ago, clearly had no idea what they were doing." The voice broke into a deadly cough.

Albern realised, after many seconds of conf. . .