A gap toothed grin stretches the Herald's face. "Death. Yes, death is the answer, and life is the question. Are you them? No matter. Time or death or both will tell as they always do. I have forgotten the answer, I was so much older then."

He looks quickly to the side, as if there was a loud noise. Following his glance there is nothing there.

"I know, I know. But I know not where. I say, I do, but I don't. Time to go. Verum is vast and the memories so many. Lead on."

"Where to?" you ask.

The man calling himself the Herald gives you a quizzical look as if you should know this part already.

"Neither here nor near in shell of shell.

No green hand here does dwell.

Blood trickles out amongst the stones,

seeping still from pile of bones."

For all his ramblings the Herald seems to want to show you something important.