The house is not easy to find in the shadows. It lies in front of her without contours. The plain here is full of shadows and looming darkness. Not a good place. You can lurk anywhere, she spits. Cursed soul robbers. She quickly climbs the steps, slides through the shadowy door. She looks around. All OK. The shape of a person lies on an outline in which one could recognize a bed. The girl kneels next to her. "Old woman, listen to me. You are here. Your ship is anchored two islands away. You can start with it. Think of a thread from the coward who has the strength to be brave. A thread from the naive who has his dreams with an iron will A thread from the clever one who knows that she doesn't know everything. A thread from the strong-willed who can also bend. A thread from the blind who finds her way even in the dark. A thread from the noble, who always defending what needs to be protected and a thread from the healer who closes the wounds.But remember you mustn't pull a thread from the fighter. Start as soon as possible. "Her hand is on the sleeping woman's head.

She starts up. Sweating, she looks around the room. Nobody here. Slowly, because she is old, she gets out of bed. She won't get any sleep tonight. Panting, she digs candles and chalk out of a dusty box. Yawning, she looks at the dusty utensils. In the spirit she counts the threads again, 7 threads, 7 candles, 7 circles. She hunched down. Paint the characters on the wooden floor with stiff fingers. "What did I get myself into?"

The girl watches the pattern with amusement; it looks tired and old. She laughs. "You know that very well, old woman."