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The Silent One leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "What do you want to know?"
Vhid's hollow voice echoed slightly in the dimly lit room. "I am looking for a lady named Morgath. I think she has something to do with my current state."
The Silent One raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised. "Morgath, you say? She's a figure of great respect in Middlepass. A powerful sorceress, known for her arcane knowledge and... other talents." He paused, studying Vhid intently. "Why do you believe she's involved in your situation?"
Vhid recounted his tale, from the dark graveyard to his awakening in the barn, the visions of Morgath, and the eerie sensation of being both dead and alive. The Silent One listened, his expression shifting from surprise to intrigue, and finally to concern.
"I agree," The Silent One said after Vhid finished. "We should speak with Morgath. She may have the answers you seek."
Vhid nodded, then asked, "Is there a graveyard nearby? One that matches the description from my vision?"
The Silent One nodded grimly. "Indeed, there is. The Middlepass Eternal Rest Cemetery lies just beyond the town's edge. It's an old, eerie place, much like the one you described."
Vhid could sense the unspoken questions in The Silent One's gaze, but the man's intentions remained unclear. He seemed genuine in his desire to help, yet there was a hint of something else—a hidden agenda, perhaps. But Vhid had little choice but to trust him.
The Silent One provided Vhid with a mask and additional clothing to better conceal his skeletal form. As the storm cleared that night, Vhid found himself unable to sleep. The mystery of his existence gnawed at him, and he decided to venture out to the cemetery.
The night was freezing, with broken clouds overhead and a blizzard whipping up a light fog. Vhid stepped out of The Rusty Anchor Inn, the icy wind howling around him. The town was silent, save for the distant whistle of the wind and the crunch of snow under his feet.
Despite the blizzard, Vhid's keen senses guided him unerringly to the Middlepass Eternal Rest Cemetery. The wrought iron gate creaked open, revealing a landscape of snow-covered graves and ancient tombstones. Vhid stepped inside, his eyes scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary.
As he ventured deeper into the graveyard, a movement caught his eye. A snowshoe hare darted across the deep snow, startled by his presence. Vhid watched it disappear into the night, a small, fleeting life amidst the stillness of the dead.
The graveyard held many secrets, and Vhid was determined to uncover those that pertained to his own existence. With each step, he felt a growing resolve. The answers were out there, hidden beneath the snow and the silence, waiting to be discovered.
Little did Vhid know, The Silent One had his own reasons for helping him. The town of Middlepass was a hub of underground activities, and The Silent One made a fortune from the illegal networks that thrived in the shadows. He had no nefarious intentions towards Vhid, but he needed to ensure that the skeleton's presence did not disrupt the delicate balance of his operations.
As Vhid continued his search, the night held its breath, waiting for the secrets of the graveyard to be revealed. The stage was set for a journey into the unknown, with the promise of answers—and perhaps more questions—lying just beneath the surface.
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