From the writing of Nalla Mann --Bartender of the Bloody Nall Tavern
He stood at rivers edge just staring into the distance. The Fat Man's son had the key and was heading back home. His friends was dead --his crew including Kandu were dead as well. All he had for his troubles was a machete dripping with blood. He was boiling over with anger. He had to keep the key out of the Fat Man's hands. But he had no idea how he was going to catch up with him. He sat down under a tree--checking the scraps and bruises he had managed to acquire during the fighting in the Temple and in the misty stairs. He allowed himself to feel the pain from those injuries now as the emotional and mental pain for the loss of his friend hit him. He tried to form a plan in his head --how was he going to catch up? Then he heard sounds coming from the other bank of the river
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