Of my thirty years, half I walked on two legs, and the other half I ran on four legs. I was a hunter, but I was also a beast. I kept at bay not only herds of wild boars, but hundreds of people, from villagers to mercenaries. The man-eating bear is me. And I have no forgiveness for that. As a boy I came across a dead old man in the forest and, for fun, smeared his beard with coal. And the next night I woke up in the snow, covered in wool, hungry, angry and eager for human meat. I became myself only after tasting fresh human flesh. How many have I ruined over the years ... I myself have lost count. When I die, my strength will pass into the one who first touches me. Because this is the unwritten law: these lands need a man-eating bear. Pray for my soul if you can. Johnny Four-Fingered Hidden story objects: - 1 By the path of the beast 1/3 - 2 By the path of the beast 2/3 - 3 Path of the Beast 3/3 |