Pug enters the dark road

How free, how cool, the birds are dead along the trail and Pug picks each skeleton up, chews on the bones. It is still quite tasty he thought. Pleasure pulses through him as the enchantment slowly takes effect for the road has long been bewitched, been cast with an awful spell. The corpse and the decomposing bodies look like fresh cakes to the lively adventurer who sees only what he wants to see.