Re: Paths of the Damned - Prologue: Through the Drakwald
Pieter had found Gunther sitting at campfire on the fringe of the camp, looking through his book. At the sound of approach the Nordlander looks up nervously, before relaxing when he sees it is Pieter.
Lukas, lost in his own thoughts is brought back to reality by the aroma of Edgar's honey'd tea, which seems a tantalising luxury after a day spent walking through the woods and a near death experience before that.
Having left his warnings on the oaks around them Klinka settled down to sleep. The dwarf could hear the rustle of conversations going on around him, but the noise level fell away as one by one the refuges began to turn in for the night.
He did catch a tired sounding Captain Schiller call for volunteers for the night watch.
Over by Granny's wagon Jocelin finds herself talking to Luciana, who greets her with a Tilean kiss to the cheek. The beautiful Tilean woman already looks frazzled (if still beautiful) but laughs and smiles at Jocelin's question. "None of my own own, but sì I have nephews and nieces back in Miragliano. Probably getting into trouble even as I speak." Bidding adieu, she heads off to join Gunther by his camp fire, the cut of her dress drawing more than one appreciative look from the men in the camp.
The wizardess finds herself speaking to Granny next. The old woman - and looking at her lined face Jocelin suddenly realises she has no idea how old she is - looks uncomfortable for a long moment, then sags a little and lets out a sigh that sounds like it had been hiding in her throat for years. "I may know a little magic dearie," she allows, her small but surprisingly sharp green eyes seeming to look into Jocelin's mind.