That's really quite incredible. There are truths to such tales, then? I've heard my share of unlikely stories, and I can never quite tell how far the truth reaches into them. Around here, it seems that most anything can be true. An ancient curse... Interesting, Mr. Grimm.

What I've seen... You must forgive me if I falter; I still don't quite know. That is, I believe I know, I believe that it was a confirmation of something, a combination of the land itself and the precipice, but there are times when I wonder...

Forgive me, I've run quite off-track. I regret that I cannot rightly say, and that the closest I can come is to speak at a length that most may find, I suppose, tiresome. I met a man of extraordinary power, of a self-possession that I have never met, and somehow he connected with the very nature of the jungle, with the trees and the natives. He held power over them, but they reached into him. He was a very... Well. Before he died, he spoke of something. And I experienced something, a similar confrontation. All shapes and images and some vague knowledge, you see.

Something along those lines, anyway.