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Tarkyn found himself lying nauseated beside the tumbling stream not far from where he had talked with Waterstone. He rolled over and retched but managed to keep his breakfast down. True to his word, as soon as he could focus, he raised his shield. He heard the sound of rushing air but when he turned, no one was there.
“Looks like I may be doing this without Danton,” he murmured to himself, not particularly perturbed.
After a few moments, he sat up and walked over to the stream to splash his face. He scooped up a handful of icy cold water and slurped it down with less than his usual finesse, happily aware that, for once, no one was watching him. After slurping down another handful, he sat down against a rock preparing to reconnect with the eagle to find Midnight.
Another rush of air
