Charlie pushes off from the moorings, his attention completely taken up with pushing the small boat through the misty waters. The mists close around the boat and you are unable to see more than 5 feet in any direction. From the flow of the water though it is clear you are travelling downstream on a fast-flowing river.
After travelling for about an hour, a grey stone bridge appears silhouetted in the distance. As the bridge draws closer you realise that you are nearing the bank of the river. About 10 feet before the bridge, to your right you see a small wooden jetty. Charlie makes for this jetty and the boat scrapes up against it with a vicious groan before coming to a halt as Charlie secures the mooring.
"About a mile north of here on the other side of the moor is a village called Litton Hill. You'll like it there. But go quickly. You don't want to be on the moor at night for any longer than you need to be."
