With the light of the torches to guide him, Orin carefully set the straw doll back into its wrap, then back into its box, and he stuffed the box into the front of his tunic. He swore to himself that he would find someone that would be able to remove the curse and set those two ill-fated souls free. The two torches he pulled out from their spots, and with a confident air, the young man strode toward the mouth of the cave.
Once outside, he realized that there was still a good portion of the night to be had, but that bothered him little. He would sleep there, near the mouth of that dreaded cave, and in the morning he would head back into the village.
He would find a bard, he decided, and a new song would be written for him, to tell the tale of how Orin, the son of Orenn the Strong, had chased the Devil out of Dunnidale, and it would be a grand song indeed.
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