Meanwhile, in Ustalav...

... Ned sat in the captain chair at the head of the manor's large dinning table, an empty goblet forgotten in his hand.  The bones of the manor's previous owner littered the table, the larger ones cracked opened.

Ned stared blankly at his feast while thinking of his mistress.  He could still feel the lingering connection to her, though it had weakened greatly in the months since her departure from Ustalav he could still sense her off to the east.  Strange, he thought, didn't she say she was from the south?


The child's cry brought him out of his reverie.  The young girl was curled in a tiny ball in the corner, her eyes closed tight. He sensed something through his link, an incessant tug.  The ghoul rose from the chair.  Yes, mistress, he thought, Ned comes.

As he passed the young girl, the hunger came over him.  A snack for the road.  Another tug came through the link. No, Ned decided, mistress would not approve eating children.