Maldred keeps his eyes locked with yours as he once again chews into his apple.
“As I told you, you’ll receive all the answers you want at the end of your journey.” Finishing his apple, he pulls out his pipe.
He puffs on it and lets out a cloud of smoke that you swear changes into the shape of a horse. You must be more exhausted than you thought.
“Old Maldred is just here to safeguard your travels. Once its over, you won’t see me again.” His face contorts in a wry smile. The smoke lifts and fills the room.