As fast as your legs could, you pivoted back into the graveyard! Your thinking was that you knew where Ygor was- he was the only person you had any hope of saving you! At the moment, this notion actually sounded comforting.
Tripping and stumbling over headstones, your chest heaved as you weaved through thickets of brush. Behind you, the sounds of that thing tearing after your heels kept your head on a swivel. It was so dark, you couldn't scarcely see your hand in front of your face.
Thwack!
So dark, you didn't see that tree limb until it hit your square between the eyes… Crumpling at the knobby roots, you were stunned, helpless on your back like a roadkill animal. That sound was your skull meeting wood. That's it. You're dead.
But you stared at the moon through starved branches for a second too long. One heartbeat, two, three… That thing would have ripped your carotid artery out like faulty wiring. You should be dinner. Cautiously, you pulled yourself to half sit up.
The creature lay on the ground- twitching, but no longer a threat. Looming above it, silhouetted with a silver halo of moonlight, was your knight in shining armor. Well, shining goggles.
Ygor clutched a trembling shovel. He looked down at your eyes wide and blown out, as if to ask, ‘why?’ And he answered:
“Ygor likes being manager…”
Helping you to your feet, he looked you over for any injuries- picking up your arms, turning them around, looking on either side of your head. It was more to steady his anxious heart after that ordeal. But still in shock, you found this strange little routine funny.
Returning to the manor was a unanimous decision. For the entirety of the ride back, there was this awkward tension between you and him. Neither of you said anything. It gave you time to think.
Sure, Ygor was awkward, and you didn’t appreciate being implicated in his little grave robbing scheme, but he saved you too. He had thrown himself right in harm’s way to save someone he’d just met. If that isn’t a good judge of character, you didn't know what was.
Helping you down from the carriage with a surprisingly gentle hand, he muttered. “Sorry for all the trouble tonight… But hey! That's Darkmoor for you…” The distinct apologetic tone in his voice made your heart ache as he showed you inside. “If you’d like, Ygor can call up the inn for you!”
Whether you liked it or not, Ygor endeared himself to you.