A gentle breeze sighed as it swept through the branches of the trees surrounding the clearing. Moras never could decide if the empty clearing late at night was peaceful or ominous. He waited in the shadows of the cave mouth until he was positive no one was watching. Slinking through the shadows he made his way to the stone basin where letters were left for him. Cold acceptance was all he felt as he saw the parchment, gleaming white reflecting moonlight in the darkness.
I knew it would happen, he told himself. The past few months have been more dream than reality anyway. He didn't know if the annoyance he felt was with himself or with the druids. Without looking at it he pocketed the letter and gathered the supplies that had been left. Arms full of bags of food he trudged through the caves
