Gilby looks serious. He pulls up a chair and sits across from the group of investigators. [i]My old great-grandad helped build that monstrosity crost' the way. His payment was a marriage to one of Old Marchand's daughters. They went out on the Isle one night, came back with my mother in tow. Devil's talk, my father called it. He loved her, but didn't take stock in her "old gods" as she was wont to callin' em. He raised up me and my brothers right. I'm the last one left, but it seems the curse, at least in my family, is passing out with me, whenever that is.[/i]