Rhyslin stood at the window, drowsily enjoying his pipe, when darkness suddenly fell across the land. “Well, there it goes,” he muttered, reaching out with his senses. “That’s not good.”
“No, it’s not.” Marcus agreed his senses on high alert. “By the pricking of my thumbs…”
“Indeed,” the draoidh commented as he turned his pipe upside down and knocked the spent leaves out of the bowl before carefully sliding it back into the pouch from which it had come.
“What are you two talking about?” Rembran asked, still wondering what was happening. “What happened to the light?”
“Something evil has this way come,” Rhyslin replied, drawing attention to him. “Open your senses, Rembran, but be mindful of the danger.”
Rembran, not having Rhyslin’s wisdom or intuitive grasp of Draoidheacd, was yet the cleverest of his generation. Upon Rhyslin’s request, he closed his eyes and opened his senses to what was around him. “Oh, I see,” he whispered as he delved into the unnatural darkness and explored…
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