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will sleep now. On the morrow I will show you to the proper path so you might leave me quickly to my life. Good night” With that Talen laid back and closed his eyes, his mind reeling at this news and the confusion of it all. He needed time to think, to try and put it all together in a way that made some semblance of sense to him. That night dreams and nightmares intertwined in Talen’s head pulling him this way and that, but in the end they all told the same tale, the woman he loved so greatly was dead and mystery or not she was not coming back.
     
    When he awoke in the morning Talen saw that his unwelcome visitor was already awake and brewing tea. Riven had set out more dried meat and hard cheese as well. Talen walked to the rear of the cave where an old barrel filled with snow water stood; he washed away the night’s sleep from his face before dunking his head in the barrel to clean his hair and wake him fully. He pulled back his shoulder length hair with his hand and glanced at the old man readying breakfast, he had questions but would he want to hear the answers?
     
    As he walked back towards the fire Riven handed him a mug of tea. They both sat and ate their meal silently, both wondering the best way to break the silence without causing any anger. “Let’s say the tale you tell is true old man, what has it to do with me other than the coincidence of the pentagrams. And why would the princess be murdered by her own family?” Riven picked his words carefully before he spoke. “As I told you the night before last, this tale has its beginnings over a century ago. When I saw the pentagram with an inverted point in the crypt I was perplexed. I spent the next 2 years studying the dark arts to find its meaning. I stole into the churches library every night to find more information and then one day I came upon an obscure manuscript that was hidden in the depths of the churches library. The manuscript was written in the old tongue so it took some months to decipher but when I had finally understood its meaning things started to fall into place.”
     
    “120 years ago there lived a woman in Quinth, it was said that she was the most beautiful woman in the kingdom and for a price a man could sleep with her for one night. When the time came the man would be led to the room and instructed that he was not to try and wake the woman from her sleep. He was allowed only to gaze upon her and touch her gently, anything else was forbidden. No man that slept with her ever told the tale, nor was he ever seen again. And then one day she was gone. The writer of the manuscript had only second hand tales to go by but his curiosity led him to delve deeper into the story. He had traveled to Quinth and had found the house only to find that the previous occupants had left in the middle of the night and now the house belonged to an old widowed woman. After much cajoling he persuaded the old woman to sell him the house. He spent months combing every nook and corner of the house only to find nothing, until one night as he lie in bed he noticed a draft coming from under the far wall of the bed chamber. The next day he opened up that wall to find a secret room with a large bed at its center. On the floor was a pentagram drawn in blood with one inverted point that should have been directed at the bed.” And that is where the manuscript found its end”
     
    “Another pentagram?” Talen whispered quietly “What did it mean”? “It meant I had a lot more research to do.” the old man replied. “I spent the next 10 years researching the dark arts and tracking down its disciples for more clarity on the issue, the church believed I was doing the work of the righteous so they let me be to do God’s will. Little did they know the real reason of my research. Even so; in ten years I found no information on a pentagram with an inverted point. Eventually I found an old woman well versed in the dark arts and for the price of her freedom she would tell