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As promised, the Keeper’s mark brought me to the edge of the forest. A thin layer of snow decorated the fallen leaves and the chilly wind tugged on my short sleeves. I wasn’t dressed for this.
Did anyone tell me though?
No.
I was quickly getting sick of all the riddles and mystery errands. Serving the dead was becoming all the more appealing. Dead people had no demands.
According to Var, nightroot grew on the north side of the mountains where it got as little sun as possible. I had no clue where to start first, but a small path wound upwards which was as good as any.
“What do you think, Hyde?” I reached out to my wolf, making sure he was okay. He was young and while he had a lot of fluff, it didn’t look like a proper winter coat.
“Awrrr,” he whined, pressing his snout against my
