The story goes like this…Simon’s been at the local tavern a little too long. It’s well after midnight and he’s definitely had a few too many. A storm is brewing and the walk home with his lantern will be a long one. Gloves on, Simon tightens his coat. The narrow path that leads down the mountain will be alongside a few steep cliffs.Shoving off into the wind, the rain pelts against him like a grudge. Head down, weaving, he stops for a moment to steady himself against the cliff wall on his left. As he gathers himself before taking his next step, his lantern sputters and dies. Fighting darkness and too many brews, his foot slips and a wave of dizziness tilts him over ...