Chapter 22 Barin
“How exactly is this supposed to work again?” Barin asked, pulling the cloak tighter around his shoulders. A fierce northerly wind blew across the plain, pulling the fabric away from him. Barin glanced up at the clear night sky. It looked like diamonds scattered against a thick velvet cloth.
“Hmm? Oh, right, yes,” Alois muttered, looking up from one of the many notebooks he had brought out with him. Lyra and Paulo shared a small grin as the little monk flipped a few more pages. “Well, I don’t know exactly how your ceremony is meant to go, Barin. I am sort of improvising,” the elf said absently. “Yes, this is what I was looking for!” He gestured for Paulo to bring a torch closer so he could better examine the pages.
Enre, who had been scanning the night for any Dark Ones
