Old Ufner of the Reek in Altars Hoth

Every trace of my old village had long since gone. Yet though it were a thousand years ago, i knew my way about. With a strange certainty, i left the shore and pushed into the overhanging woods. And presently i even found a well known track, for these things never change. Half glad and half afraid, a strange, tattered, dismal prodigal comes strangely home. It was the burial mound of an old druid headman. Grim old uffner of the reek in altars hoth. What a cruel, bloody old priest he was. Never did a man before i chuckled cambine, such piety and savagery together.