After dealing with the hazards and dangers of Deeps Ravenswood, I returned to the Hollow to cash in on all the pelts I had liberated from the animals that no longer needed them. To my shock, and indeed to my horror, I was greeted by a hideous creature that stared me down with it’s beady, lifeless eyes.

It said nothing, merely look at me, or more to the point, looked through me, as though I wasn’t even there.

It may have been cowardice, but I felt I had no choice except to slowly back away and aloow this wicked spawn of the unholy a wide berth. It blocked the way to the crafting tables and was a greater force than I am able to reckon with.

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Those eyes… Those terrible, lifeless eyes… They penetrate into my very soul!

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