As Kallain road at the front of the column, his mind was a whirlwind of troubled thoughts and concerns. What was this trinket? Who where the  Chorus? What did they mean when they said that he was their hero? The bandits story was also troubling. How had news of a blight in the forests not reached the royal family? Normally the druids of the Green Moot warned his father and mother [b]before[/b] such tragedies took place. Yet somehow (as young men's thoughts often do when faced with matters of severity) in the middle of the princes musings his mind wondered towards his mothers handmaiden, Alexandria. He felt disappointed that he had to take off before the two of them could get acquainted...

On the second day on the rode back  Kallain was thinking of nothing in particular, simply watching the road ahead, when on a light breeze he swore he heard a sound... [color=8882be][i]now?[/i][/color] Thinking it nothing more then his mind he simply ignored it until on the next gust he heard more distinctly...[color=8493ca][i]Not yet he isn't ready to open the door...[/i][/color] Kallain stopped abruptly. [color=ed1c24]"Kal? what's wrong?"[/color] Reindolous asked bringing his horse along side his. [color=f7941d]"Not..Nothing just thought i heard something, lets press on!"[/color] Kallain insisted bringing his mount up to a trot.

Again he heard the voice of the Chorus on the wind, strange, cold and ethereal. [color=8882be][i]Many problems face our hero's kingdom... he will be called away again... tonight then in his dreams... the door must be opened"[/i][/color] It wasn't until Kal moved to wipe the sweat from his brow that he realized he had been grasping the statuette the entire time, idly feeling its alien grooves.