There is more to be told of Tekimak, and we may return at some future date, but, as the dog days of summer slip away, let us for now close Bill's notes with one final tale.

Not long after his arrival, Bill was told of a small cabin residing in a forest clearing a half-day's walk - if you knew the way - north of town.

He's getting to be an old man now, but perhaps you will have the opportunity to meet him during your stay.

Bill, born and raised in the city, found the insect population of Tekimak to be ever-present: His notes are dotted with complaints about the mosquitoes, and at least one evening around a fire was cut short by a swarm of horse flies, yet it is the folklore surrounding spiders where Bill found his own personal experience most diverged from the local understanding.

Bill's scrawls refer to The Night Owl as a cousin of The Confused Stranger, likely due to some of the legends' shared traits.

One warm spring evening, a man named Hezen was sneaking a cup of corn whiskey...

The story goes that there once was a town residing on the northern shore of Lake Tekiming, the hamlet of Tekimak.

Tonight: One good turn deserves another.

Tonight, an unexpected voice.