Chapter TenDarkness settled deeply over Lyyshara, the sky heavy with a new winter storm's burgeoning clouds crowding together above the quiet village and blotting out the light of the moon. Most of the wool-weavers who resided in the small community had returned to their homes in silence with thoughts of bitter neglect and harrowing violence filling their minds. Many of the Guards who had come to the small hamlet to keep watch over the portal and await the unavoidable incursion of the Reviled had also retired to their tents. The Watchers, as well as the Liberators, remained gathered around the fire, neither able to sleep nor interested in trying to after hearing so vivid an account of their friend's former life. Brooding over their own miseries, the Watchers sat as close to the blaze as po
