Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Women come in all shapes and sizes... Ottar certainly couldn't call *her* a woman, but their first and last meeting radically changed the modest life of the future Bloodletter.

– I understand. Well, rest up, buddy. Maybe you'll feel better, – the Bloodletter sighed. Not entirely useless as a conversationalist, but he only slightly surpassed the others...

The hapless investigator goes to inspect the dwelling offered to him by the village elder.