Hosha's POV~

We came into the village centre and were awaited by a happy sight. Kids were running around the place laughing and smiling, adults were walking around town talking and shopping and the elders were sitting by a fountain as some were playing Chess, "OK... What should we do?", Stephen looked around, "I don't know... Can I kill someone to get answers?", "NO!", "I want to kill something, Daniel!!", "How about kill the person that did this to us?!", "That's better!!", Daniel sighs, "OK... So, I checked my pockets and we have some silver and gold coins. We sound get food and supplies because, we don't know how long we will be here for!", I nod, "I think... How about you and Stephen go get some things and... I'll go ask around for some information about this village...?", Daniel nods with a smile, "Alright, we have a plan!", he grabbed Stephen's arm and drags him towards a bakery, "Daniel, I swear to god!!", they soon disappeared into the shop... I looked around and saw a few elderly people talking so I take a deep breath and walk up to them...

Stephen's POV~

We entered the shop and it was nearly empty except for a young lady behind the counter, who was smiling at us, "Welcome to the bakery, how may I help you?", Daniel walks up to her and started to a conversation with her. I looked out the window for Hosha and saw him talking to the elderly people, I was silently pondering on what on earth had happened, "... Well... There is one thing.", I drew my attention to their conversation, "There is an old shack up by the hills. It's occupied by a warlock and no has dared to go even a inch near that place. I would recommend you stay away. But... If you want answers, I would suggest that.",, "Thank you.", Daniel walked up to me with the food with a worried look, "I think this, so-called-Warlock is my Uncle...", I nod, "Let's see if Hosha made any progress...", we left the shop to get Hosha...

Daniel's POV~

"Alright, thank you!", Hosha waved goodbye to the elders who waved merrily back at him. He came running over with something in his hand, "What's that?", he smiled, "They were kind enough to give me a map of this...", he layed the map down by a table, "OK... So, they mentioned a Warlock and his old shack... Maybe we could find something there...?", I nod, "Hosha, this shack could belong to my supposive Uncle wre created...", Stephen then butt's in, "I don't know... Maybe I can steal some of his things to use to our advantage?!", I faceplam, "OK... Fine...", Hosha rolls up the map and puts it in his own rucksack, "OK... So, we need to head North...", and we followed Hosha to the shack...

Our young hero's discover the mysterious Warlock that the young lady had spoken about and none of the people have dared to get in his way... Our Healer had manged to talk some information about the Warlock and was able to contain a map. Soon the heros take their journey to the old shack by the hills. . .

"It is time for the last victim to join the game. . ."