Einith was awake before sunlight broke through their glade, ready to move on. Alahanai may not have been affecting him, but the power fused into the forest was capable of great harm to Tae and Lasra both, after witnessing what it had done to Archmage Vius. There were no overt signs of damage, true. But the grayness of Vius’ skin and the gaunt look to his body were more than adequate to show him just how dangerous this place was.
He packed up his bedroll with practiced efficiency, along with the rest of the miscellaneous gear from the night before. A quick poke with a stick to the coals of the banked fire stirred it back to life and he hung a big pot of water over it to boil. Porridge sounded ideal for the cool morning.
It was pointless to wake everyone before breakfast was ready, but he
