“Wait a second old man” You shout. “I’m not going anywhere without answers. How am I the cause of this?”

Maldred sighs, visibly annoyed by your questions. “And answers you shall have at the end of our journey. Now come.”

The old man walks past you stepping over the dead on the ground. His intent is clear as he walks directly towards the hills up ahead.

You cannot help but distrust his words and story. You have no blood on your hands nor are you at any fault for any of this.

Unconvinced, you are torn between finding your own answers or entrusting a madman.