Shadows in the ForestA cold wind blows up the autumn leaves on the forest floor.
Only the smallest sliver of a moon can be seen through the barren clawing branches of the canopy.
Seven shadows surround me, but none of them speak.
Ill intentions have brought them here, and I know that they are stronger and faster than I am.
I also know that I am smarter.
I open my mouth to the dry air, and it is my voice that breaks the silence.
"I can tell you where you might find the thing you seek."
A shudder ripples through the circle of shadows, but no response.
I continue "Travel the path of golem henge into the sharktooth mountains. At dusk on the twelfth day of Suracil, in the deepest cave at path's end you shall find it."
Now there is sound. Whisperings, mutterings, confusion and dissent hiss between the shadows, until one steps forward and raises an accusing finger at me.
"Lies!" It spits. "You think us fools?" Then, gesturing to its colleagues the shadow proclaimed "He means to trick us. The location and time are