[Nogrod]

Nogrod and Greenie were such shaken by the advents that took place that they needed to cool down with a game of chess in the corner.

After they got the game through Nogrod rose from the table - and as there was no one to tend the bar he helped himself with a pint of Spitfire ale - and joined the ring of other baffled 'Downers.

"So it was the Witch-King himself? I mean all of this sounds like a bad prank coming from the phantom's mind - like a bad phantasy novel plot where a Witch King from the other world just decides to let our world be as it is and only gives the heroes (who are just the ordinary people eg. us) a task to be fulfilled & blah-blah... But somehow it feels like real now."

He looked around to the fellow 'Downers some of he hadn't even had time to say "Hi" this far. We'd actually need to kill someone...? For real that is!

Pheww... Nogrod felt he was shaking all over. This can't be true!

"Okay, who's the one to volunteer for being the Jack Ketch, the gallower, the hangman... whatever way you want it? Gwath? Shasta? You think you're brave enough for it?"

He made a pause.

"Or do we believe in this story enough to actually start really killing each other?"