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Vhid stood at the window of his room in The Rusty Anchor Inn, his hollow eye sockets reflecting the storm outside. The wind howled like a spectral chorus, pelting the glass with icy rain. The scent of damp wood and the distant rumble of thunder filled the air. Questions swirled in his mind like the storm outside. Who was he? Who was Hans Traub, and why did no memories of his past life haunt his empty skull? Why had he died so young, and where had he perished? Did he have family left in this town? What did he mean to Middlepass, and what had he done here? Most importantly, why had he been raised from the dead after nearly fifty years?
The night wore on, and the storm showed no signs of abating. Vhid's thoughts were interrupted by a loud, insistent rapping at his door. He hesitated before turning to answer it. The Silent One stood in the doorway, his cloak dripping with rain. "Let's get something to eat," he said, a hint of urgency in his voice. "Then we'll go see Morgath."
Vhid nodded, and the two made their way downstairs to the common area. They chose a table in a dark corner, away from the noise and warmth of the other patrons. The inn was filled with the aroma of roasted meats and freshly baked bread, but Vhid had no appetite. He leaned across the table, his voice barely above a whisper. "I heard another name," he said. "I was wondering if you knew anything about a Hans Traub."
The Silent One shook his head. "No, I've never heard that name. Is he from around here?"
Vhid pressed further, "Do you know anyone in town with the last name Traub?"
The Silent One hesitated, his gaze flickering away for a moment. "I... I don't know anyone by that name," he said, quickly changing the subject. "We should focus on Morgath. She's the one who might have answers for you."
Vhid felt a pang of disappointment. He turned to the window, looking out at the weather. The storm had passed, leaving behind a clear, cold day. The wind was still strong, whipping through the streets with a bitter chill. Grondar, the innkeeper, snarled as he passed by, "It's a cold and windy day. Make sure to bundle up, but it's not as bad as it was in the middle of the night when you left."
As Vhid looked out at the frozen landscape, he couldn't shake the feeling that The Silent One was hiding something. The name Traub seemed to hold some significance, but what? And why was The Silent One so eager to change the subject? Vhid knew he was onto something, but the pieces of the puzzle were slow to come together.
Little did Vhid know, his connection to Morgath ran deeper than he could have imagined. The sense of blood, pain, and suffering that lingered around her was a clue to their shared past. Was Morgath his granddaughter? The answer was unclear, but the possibility sent a shiver down Vhid's spectral spine. And what of his wife? Had she remarried after his untimely death? The questions were endless, and the answers seemed just out of reach.
Vhid turned back to The Silent One, his resolve strengthened. He would uncover the truth, no matter how painful or complicated it might be. The journey ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but Vhid was determined to see it through. The storm outside had passed, but a new storm was brewing in Vhid's mind—a storm of questions, memories, and a desperate search for the truth.
As they finished their meal and prepared to face the cold, Vhid couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The road to answers was long and winding, but he was one step closer to unraveling the mysteries of his past. And with each step, he was one step closer to understanding who he truly was.
The inn's door creaked open, letting in a gust of cold air as Vhid and The Silent One stepped out into the frozen day. The town of Middlepass lay before them, its secrets hidden beneath the snow and ice. But Vhid was determined to uncover those secrets, no matter what it took. The journey to Morgath's door was just the beginning, and Vhid was ready to face whatever awaited him on the path to the truth.
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