The younger maids gathered around Miriam, ready for a story. The older maid sat back in her wooden chair, a thoughtful look on her face, and began to recount a story she heard from her years in the dungeons:
"It was a dingy night and I was aiding this older gentleman - a dwarf I believe - with a nasty cough. After I recited my enchantments, I saw a very peculiar scar on his arm. I inquired about this scar and he gave me this very grave look. He scratched his beard and said, 'This was the bite of a demon.' His voice became more sullen and grim as he continued. 'I was out late, late one night on my way home through the forest. Despite the full moon, it wasn't even that bright and there was no stars so I soon lost my way. The the forest fell cold, dark, and quiet. I wandered for what felt like hours. Then a redish fog rolled in. There were cackles and shrieks from every which way. I pulled my knife out and called, 'Who's there?' But there was no answer. I started running, trying to get out of the haze but it felt like I wasn't going anywhere. Then suddenly, something grabbed my leg! I fell and a searing pain shot through my arm as I saw the maul of this hideous black grotesque creature gnawing on my arm. I ripped my arm from its bloody teeth and stabbed the monster with my knife. It let out a shrieking howl like I had never heard before. I ran as fast as I could. I saw a lantern off in the distance and bolted for it. Fate was on my side that night for it was my wife holding the lantern just outside the forest so that I could come home. I never went back into the forest on a full moon or without a working lantern ever again.' He gave me this odd look in his eye and then finally added, 'You never know what awaits in the fog.' "