A corpse looks into a flickering black glass.
It ponders what could have been, had it not wasted its life.
The illusion prevails until the glass stops flickering.

Your tired muscles are reinvigorated as you spot the Burg on the horizon. Many horses and mules follow you, but you are the only rider. Looking at their saddles stirs melancholic memories of your companions.
At a calm riverside you make camp.
You stare at your reflection in the still water.
What do you see?

>a Knight
>a Hunter
>a Cleric
>a Beast