The walls of Virkhagen
loom above me. Are they too big or am I too small? After gathering some carrots and potatoes I begin exploring the village. It's quiet... I suppose its natural everyone would want to stay out of this chilly weather.
In the distance I see a large building with a strong stone base and large spruce pillars. Inside, books cover the walls and my foot steps echo. I brush the dust off of a half opened scripture. "A§§r§§..."
Who is Al§r§§?