jbear
First Post
Relic puts down his books. He stares out into the night with a look of puzzlement on his face. He puts the tome away in his pack and closes it firmly. He sits there for a few moments looking around with the same look which soon grows into a look of concern.
"Something is not right Daylilly. I can't put my finger upon it but I sense a warning in the Wind. It is as if blows too cold, as if it had lost its way. Listen ... can you hear it? The crickets have hushed ... as if they were waiting for something ill to happen."
He picks up his staff. "Perhaps we should check the horses? I'd hate to wake the others just for the ramblings of a dithering old man ... but I feel we are in danger."
"Something is not right Daylilly. I can't put my finger upon it but I sense a warning in the Wind. It is as if blows too cold, as if it had lost its way. Listen ... can you hear it? The crickets have hushed ... as if they were waiting for something ill to happen."
He picks up his staff. "Perhaps we should check the horses? I'd hate to wake the others just for the ramblings of a dithering old man ... but I feel we are in danger."