Xenn reached the red oak where Birney stood guard, beckoned to the veteran, and scurried up the tree. Birney stared glass-eyed across the expanse. The lesser light of the Dark Period still allowed full view of the expanse. A small group of Purple Moolers munched on grass on the far side of the meadow. Red deer, orange rabbits, yellow grouse, wood ducks, and flying squirrels moved around the meadow. Predators seldom came near the meadow. The presence of the fauna furthered the idea that Drolls and Kiennites for the moment were away.
Xenn politely asked, “How goes the watch?”
Birney said, “Quiet.”
Xenn sat for a moment and followed, “We missed you in the common area, Birney. Your voice compliments Forbin’s lute so well.”
Birney said, “Spellweaver, you should remain within alms Glen. Wandering about places you at risk. I appreciate your visiting me, but I am content to continue my watch.”
Xenn replied, “Sergeant Birney, I don’t take a step outside my tree without a Ranger companion. I gather it’s on your orders. Nary a Droll has shown his face since we returned from, I’m sorry. We all miss my father.”
Birney said, “He was my greatest friend. We shared so many adventures, including the encounter with the wizard, who mysteriously appeared on the night you were born. His life taken needlessly by Drolls. My eyes tell me none are nearby, but my bow longs to exact revenge. I’d volunteer to travel beyond the River Ornash, find the enemies, and kill many. My need for vengeance consumes me.”
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