Havila.

"Go further to the right then take a turn."

The old man in a wierd cloak said to him. He didn't care whether or not the man looked tattered or haggard. All that mattered to him was getting an information.

He even forgot to say his gratitude to the man. That was prolly the third day and he was almost at the peak of his intentions.

In no time he got to the end of that road and took a turn. There was no much in sight. Twas just a barren path which obviously was more throdden.

There were trees with scanty leaves scattered by the right and left...