He hadn't seen the old man since the night of the phantom rowboat. That was the night Bilthlam, Phreneta, and Glipsmore we're sneaking around the lake, and an old man came rowing over to their side. Bilthlam could still hear him singing the soft tune "Row row my old shaky bones! When am I ever gonna find my way home?"
It sent a shiver down his spine just thinking about it, but Bilthlam found the old man fascinating. He returned to the lake often in hopes of seeing him again, though Phreneta and Glipsmore never joined him; they were too afraid.
Three months later, Bilthlam returned to the lake once again, and this time he heard the song distantly on the water. "Row row my old shaky bones! When am I ever gonna find my way home?" Bilthlam gazed through the mist, trying his best to judge where the old man would be.
Briefly the old man showed himself. As he neared the bank, the old man glanced over his shoulder and met Bilthlam's eyes. They locked only for a moment before the old man turned back and adjusted his course. He traveled along the bank before departing back out into the mist, still singing his song.
"Row row my old shaky bones! When am I ever gonna find my way home!" Bilthlam could hear fading into the night.
It sent a shiver down his spine just thinking about it, but Bilthlam found the old man fascinating. He returned to the lake often in hopes of seeing him again, though Phreneta and Glipsmore never joined him; they were too afraid.
Three months later, Bilthlam returned to the lake once again, and this time he heard the song distantly on the water. "Row row my old shaky bones! When am I ever gonna find my way home?" Bilthlam gazed through the mist, trying his best to judge where the old man would be.
Briefly the old man showed himself. As he neared the bank, the old man glanced over his shoulder and met Bilthlam's eyes. They locked only for a moment before the old man turned back and adjusted his course. He traveled along the bank before departing back out into the mist, still singing his song.
"Row row my old shaky bones! When am I ever gonna find my way home!" Bilthlam could hear fading into the night.
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