Bulger Village was a gloomy place, surrounded by a solid fence made of logs, as if there was some terrible threat lurking in the wilderness. Many dark chains dangled from the top of the fence, each ending with a black silhouette. As the group approached, they realized those were all reanimated zombies, emitting a pungent tar odor, wriggling under the not-so-bright light like worms on a hook.
Even though everyone was accustomed to grand scenes in the Abyss, this sight still touched a nerve.
"I don't like this village," Bruto muttered, "even I can feel the evil inside..."
"This isn't the place where Uncle Barrend is imprisoned," Kalalin spoke up, "Shall we bypass it? The terrain to the south is flatter, the horses should be able to ride over it."
'No! We must go in!' an almost zealous female voice echoed in everyone's mind, 'Evil must be purified!'
