Our respite did not last. Travis, in spite of his injuries, wished to return below. Val, with help from Wynlynn, carried him out of Thalnoth’s tomb into the soft light of a brisk autumn morning. It seems we were underground for some days, though our time in the hidden temples passed without even hunger.
Travis, though, would not be deferred. The instant Val set him down, he began moving toward the mausoleum entrance again. Exasperated, Val brought him down by throwing her arms around his legs to trip him, then ended his struggle with the hilt of her scimitar. Wynlynn wrapped him in ropes, and after brief discussion, we decided that a return to the Glade, where we might consult Wilhelm at the fort, was most practical and expedient. Pantahgion agrees, even our best efforts would not heal him.
The day was beautiful. Wynlynn led us thru the wood, with leaves already turning from the green of our arrival to bright yellows, deep reds, and glorious shades between. Near noon, Tilia saw something – it must have been quite large – flying very fast in the distance. Otherwise, we simply marched along, chatting a bit about what we had just seen, or might do next in the Glade, until camping under a full Se’lune and waxing Io. I think I will buy some boots when we arrive, having been barefoot for too long.
When I woke for second watch, Val mentioned that the woods were quiet, but she, too, had seen something strange flying across Se’lune. I hope I may also see it, for it just might be a dragon.
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