Their first night in the village Enrich hadn’t tried anything overt, the second night however, he had done his first search. He would never forget the feel of the evil being that was slowly poisoning this village, nor the pervasive feel of it as it searched for him.
Every day since then he’d had to deal with the feeling of being watched, a slimy evil gliding over his shield trying to find a way in. He knew that it was only a matter of time, he was growing weaker by the day, he would have to find the light and get away from here soon.
He had no knowledge of how the Four fared, and he wouldn’t until he was far from this village, he had learned that the first time he tried. Now, his nightly ritual was just that, ritual. Most of the time he spent searching, trying to find that beacon of ligh
