At the exit of the maze, without the solace of shadows that I’ve found all of my life, the sunlight streamed down over us as the dragon landed before us. The fight against the creatures of the Shroud had lead us to this point. It was too bright, with all of that sunlight gleaming off of its scales.
I had to convince the fellow, Haedran, that we were worthy of retiring within his keep and that we were not here to despoil his lands or betray his peoples’ trusts. I also brokered a possibly lucrative deal with the chap on the recovery of his lost kind’s treasures. We finally found the last piece of the rod that was assembled from Erima’s past finds, as well.
A wish? What would you do with one? I can’t yet think of it. I had a few drinks, but soon got bored at the tavern and realized just how tired I really was. So I went back to the generously appointed room I was sharing with Erima, hopeful for some time alone.
She didn’t show up. I fell asleep.
Much later, I awoke briefly to warmth by my side. Erima had make it back, but it was very late. I wondered aloud quietly where she’d been, but she didn’t answer. She was asleep. So, shrugging, I curled up against her and went back to my rest, comforted by the fact that she was beside me again.
Yet my dreams were still haunted by unanswered questions I’ve had for some time, and my thoughts kept drifting back to Fallscliff and family. We’ve been gone so long. What awaits us when we return?