Twilight, day two and the group finally sees glimmers of Mumhan"s border through the thick, pale fog. Now reduced to a small glowing circle, the sun irradiates the clouds a reddish-orange colour before slowly descending behind the hills. Its warm ambience can"t compete with the brisk, cold air and sparkles from the surrounding foliage as the evening dew turns to ice. Finally crossing the boundary into Mumhan, the group of weary leprechauns are greeted by the king"s high guard, accompanied with aid to assist in the return of Cormac. With dusk making visibility difficult, the group unanimously agrees to call a night"s halt.
The land is peaceful; no branches sway, no birds chirp, except for an occasional owl hooting from afar. This was true silence. A helpful surveillance tool for the two kn
