[Funkduder]

The deep forests of Myrim Wood never seemed darker this night. Of all nights that the carter had to pass through this area, the night of the full moon was an unlucky night. Nevertheless, fair coin was paid in order to ensure your voyage. It's a sad time in the Pale, and for those who arrived there before, it quickly became apparent that staying was outside of your best interests.

A loud howl, and the restless movement of the cart had awaken everyone. Then there was speed, faster than any horse had ran before, it ran, and through the side of your eye, you may have seen the glowing pair of red eyes, floating in the darkness.

The cart fell off the horse, falling off the road...and as you stand with those still alive, you realize that your not alone...