CHAPTER 19
Almost in a daze, I dressed inside my tree, putting on fresh pants, and a clean tunic. I looked at the cloak by the staff, and for just a moment tried imaging how drastically my life was about to change. It wasn’t fathomable. While I knew, I was taking huge steps away from who I was, I couldn’t imagine who it was I was about to become. Meditation brought me no closer to inner peace. Not when it came to this particular thought.
I set a booted foot onto the chair I’d made and strapped my knife to the side of my right calf. I lifted the dark green cloak off the head of the staff and rapped my knuckles on the inside.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
There was no denying it was specially plated, the material was heavy, and yet, overall, the cloak was light.
I sat at the table, and placed the red
