Wai Woph (Completed)

Journal, Log 7

December 19 -  I now realise that I have not written in a while as strangely there have not been anymore disappearances and I could not find the time to, since we were looking at all the maps we could find. But today I took a few of the men to ask around the river areas, Mr. Ali was with us for help in talking to the people.
 
  We heard tell of a nomadic shepherd that had come to the city on his horse with one of his daughters; Mr. Ali remarked that it was very unusual at this time of the year. Hence, we thought that the shepherd might have some leads as our search had produced little to nothing concerning the monster; and since he was camped closed by we decided to pay him a visit.

  Upon meeting him we could immediately see that the man was not in his senses, his daughter was bloody scared of us, which was normal in Kashmir but not to this extent. So we let Mr. Ali talk it out with the poor man and we waited near the entrance of the mosque as he was camped in its garden. When they were done talking, it was late evening and the light had begun to grow dim, so we started back to our own camp and on the way we had Mr. Ali relate to us what he found out.

  He said, to himself at first, "Milyov."

  I asked him what that meant and he looked at me with lost eyes as if in deep thought. I asked, "What did the poor man say to make thee lose thy reason?" He said, after snapping out his chain of thought, "Pay it no mind, I was just lost in thought. I have a lead for thee Mikel sahib." All of us turned to him while we rode our horses, but he staring onto the road. "Well? Out with it then, don't keep us waiting you dramatic old man" I said in an excited voice.

  "Thou wilt find no monster here Mikel sahib," he begun. "There is a chain of mountains about a fifteen day ride from here, this here river it should lead you to it. On the very first mountain yee will find a village of nomads, your answers are there if you survive getting there." He stopped to let me catch up as he had gone a bit ahead of us, "I will draw you a map, but prepare well if thee is to come back" He said in a passive tone.

  After that it was a quiet ride back. He then drew us a map, and left for his home. Somehow I felt this would be the last we see of him because he did not want us to put our lives at risk. He refused to take any payment too.

  We will be leaving for the village as soon as we can.