As I was finishing, I heard a crashing noise. A horned and tusked purple
thing went racing along the ridge to my right pursued by a hairless
orange-skinned creature with long claws and a forked tail. Both were
wailing in different keys.
I nodded. It was just one damned thing after another.
I shook out my cloak and brushed myself off. I traveled for perhaps half
an hour then, leaving the place far behind me, before I halted and took my
breakfast in a hot, bleak valley smelling faintly of sulfur.