"Bring out your dead!" called a dirt encrusted man as he walked before a cart laden with bodies. "Bring out your dead!" As he called he banged on a cow bell. "Bring out your dead!" He was flowed by two wretches pulling the cart.

They walked through the worst squaller anyone has seen (unless you have seen The Young Ones) Mud was caked everywhere on everyone. Filth as far as the eye could see. The smells so offending to one's nose. Ah! The beauty of Nosgoth!

"Bring out your dead!"

A large man runs over to the cart carrying a body of an old man. "I got one!" he yells.

"That will be ninepence," the cart driver tells him.

The body speaks, "I'm not dead!"

"What?" comes from the cart driver.

"It was nothing....Here's the ninepence," says the large man while handing over the money.

The body speaks again, "I'm not dead!"

The cart driver speaks, "He says he's not dead."

"Yes he is," the large man replies.

"I'm not!" speaks the body.

"He isn't,' says the cart driver.

The large man irritated by this speaks, "He will be soon. He's very ill."

The body speaks once again, "I'm getting better!" He tries to move and doesn't get anywhere.

"No, you're not!" the large says harshly to the body. "You'll be stone cold dead any moment."

The cart driver sighed and said, "You know I can't take him like that. It's against the regulations."

The body speak yet again, "I don't want to go on the cart."

"Don't be such a baby," the large man said to the body.

"I feel fine," the body replies. (I'm wondering how this body talks?)

At his time Kain and Magnus "ride" up and over hear this conversations.

"Well, can you hang around for a little while?" said the large man to the cart driver.

"No," the cart driver replied. "I've got to go to the Sarafan's keep. It seems that some one killed off four of the Circle."

"So when's your next round?"

"Next Tuesday," said the cart driver.

The speaks yet once again, "I think I'll go for a walk."

The large man shook his head and spoke," You know you're not fooling anyone. Is there anyone that can help me out?"

Kain stepped up to this. "I can," he said darkly. He walked over to the large man carrying the body, does a telegenic suck, and drains the old man of his life's blood.

"Thanks!' the large man exclaimed. "By the way are you a king?"

Kain looked at him oddly. "Why do you aks?"

"Because you don't have shit all over you," the cart driver explained.

The humans that live in Nosgoth are so stupid, Kain thought to himself. "I'm a king. I am Kain!

The two men looked at him then ran off screaming.

Kain put his face in his hand shaking his head. "Magnus, you can eat your fill," he said into his hand. I rule over a land of fools.

Magnus dove into the cart. Ripping flesh form bone, spraying blood everywhere.

Some wonderful homecoming, Kain thought. I just love Coorhagen.