...but there was no answer…not a human answer. At my feet I heard a hissing sound. Serpents, small ones, poisonous ones, thousands of them, covering the dirt floor with haste. Their shiny iron gray skin made knots in strange patterns that seemed ancient runes which hadn’t been taught to no immortal. The hissing increased with a maddening rhythm, then, after a few seconds I knew what was all the party about, their giant Master appeared in front of me. His eyes like fire made me feel betrayed once more and as tired as I was due to the long journey I couldn’t fight back the tears in my eyes. I knew what the snakes at my feet meant, I knew this Master of them far too well. I had fought a hundred years to get my name back but getting Áron back was going to be another story…