Don't know how long I'll stay here. Till now the work was tough, sure, but we earned a decent living. Lately, though, I fear for my life. Something haunts the place at night. It roars and wails, we can't stand it no more. And the wolves, they're always howling. Yesterday Seamund went to the privy during the night and never returned. Didn't find no body nor tracks. Who knows, maybe he ran off? I'd rather that than something worse to have happened. Truth be told, I think about leaving more and more lately, about going back to you and the young one. I'm no fool, maybe I could learn another trade and we'd get by somehow.