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When he awoke, Danton could hear the occasional drip of water falling from leaves above his shelter but the storm had moved on. It was nearly dark but he could just make out a figure sitting in the corner. He studied him through half closed eyes until he worked out who it was.
“Hello Waterstone. What are you doing in here?”
The woodman emerged from the shadows to sit closer to the sorcerer. “Hello. I am just keeping an eye on you. None of us knows much about head injuries and even less about the effects of sorcerers’ magic. So we want to make sure you are all right.”
A flicker of panic crossed Danton’s face as he remembered how confused he still was.
Waterstone frowned, “What is it?”
Danton considered telling Waterstone but the thought of fully confronting the void in his mind mad
