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The tour to Mount Connor was, for Adalhard at least, uneventful to the point of boring. He was not interested in visiting tourist sites and he did not join the tour to stand and gape in awe at a big rock protruding from the ground. He joined the tour because he thought it might reinforce his image as a tourist, and because he might get the opportunity to kill once again. He should have known better.
There were fifteen tourists on board the small twenty-seat bus: fourteen happy, excited travellers anxious to view the amazing formation, and then Adalhard. He tried to play the part, but happy, smiling and excited were emotions he had not experienced for a long time. His mind was fixed on just one thing: his next kill. It was like an itch that would only be relieved by killing yet another
