The Diary.

[Naamandre3]

The drunken man turns. Smiling widely as he throws him empty mug away laughing.

“See! He does believe me, I told you I’m not insane!”

He moves closer placing his right hand on the shoulder of stug and makes a now you listen motion with his left hand.

“To the north, no road? Hah! Walk there then. There is one. Relayed remade. Seemingly lightened and everything! I walked it. It stops at the old Viking town where it turns into those old forsaken roads again.. people call me nuts but I saw someone..”

The drunken man stops, burps and looks looking like he remembered he was about to go home.

“He works there on the road or did.. every evening, crazy person.. everyone knows the evenings aren’t save!”

he gives another hiccup before starting to stumble past stug swaying towards his home. Still calling “Like ghosts.. only appearing in the night!”