Fisherman Come to Life in Budapest

The wind was cold and the sky overcast this morning.  Suddely the clouds parted and a small window opened in the sky. The "Fisherman's Bastion" appeared as if waiting for the Guild to defend its magical rampart. But they had turned to stone as had their fish so long ago. There was no one left to guard the walls. We tread silently to capture the kight and his companion. We'll ask no ransom and free them at the end of time.