You notice a small mound of earth. On it lies a wreath of withered flowers. It seems that someone still remembers the tragedy that happened here. Adjusting the wreath, you notice a notebook under it, tied with a cord. There is a medallion on a cord: a carved muzzle of an animal, either weasel or ermine. You open your notebook and start reading... ... Sverre crossed his arms over his chest and said: "The foreigner will bring us trouble." But the moon waved it off: “You are talking nonsense. She is just a child who saw evil early." “She will bring us trouble,” Sverre repeated stubbornly and, shaking his head, left. She was small and thin, with black hair and black eyes. She looked askance, fearfully, like a pine marten. So we called her: Mara, marten, although she had a different name, incomprehensible and difficult for our ear. That was a long time ago. Then we lived in a river valley. But strangers came, and we had to go north. I then visited those places. Now on the site of our village there is a camp behind a high palisade. Hidden story objects: - 1 lone wolf part 1/4 - 2 lone wolf part 2/4 - 3 lone wolf part 3/4 - 4 lone wolf part 4/4 |