It was so dark here, the trees all crowding in and seeming to conspire to stop him as he ran through them - branches catching at his hair, tangling roots beneath his feet, leaves whipping into his face. But the white face never seemed to quite disappear, though it did draw farther and farther ahead. Still, whatever body the face belonged to must have bneen stopping here and there, because it kept flashing back to look at Kurloz.

There was a dim light ahead, he could see now. A dim light growing brighter and brighter, to a warm yellow and orange glow - a fire of some sort. As he came closer, he could see that it was in the middle of a clearing, and it was rather large. And standing right in the center of it was a woman with dark hair, her back to him, the flames crackling up and down her body.