Not long afterwards Stormaway rose and, sitting in the corner of the tent, began to work his way through a couple of ancient tomes he had brought with him in his satchel. The wolves presented no problem to him. Summer Rain and he had already devised a concoction to put them safely to sleep for the duration of the night. It was the exquisite revenge that occupied his attention.
Once Danton was up and dressed, he wandered off to procure them both some breakfast, leaving the wizard to his studies. When he returned, Stormaway glanced up and nodded his thanks as Danton handed him a cup of tea and a plate of freshly baked bread and soft cheese.
“The problem is,” explained Stormaway, “that most poisonous plants either kill you quickly or only make you very uncomfortable for, at most, about thre
