“...The matter is clear, although not completely. The gunsmith and the woman arrived on horseback from the direction of the forest. Why they were driving here and not along the road is unknown. But we drove through the heather thickets, side by side. And then, I don’t know why, they dismounted or fell from their horses. The gunsmith died immediately. The woman ran, then fell and also died, and “something” that left no traces dragged her along the ground, holding her neck with its teeth. That “something” that killed both was neither a ghoul nor a goblin. We need to check why the gunsmith and the woman were driving through the forest and not along the road. If we pass by such incidents indifferently, we won’t even earn enough money for your oats, right, Pletka?”