[center][color=FFCE00][h2][u]The Snakeburrow Woods[/u][/h2][/color][/center]

[center][sub]16th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A.
Evening - Overcast skies[/sub][/center]

[color=mediumspringgreen]“Yeah, I s’pose a walkthrough the woods with ravenous rot infested wolves would be.”[/color] Esvelee agreed, nodding. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Never been nowhere but home and Wilree. If I didn’t have home, I’d probably take to wandering for a while myself but with the old man gettin’ older every day, someone’s got to keep the farms running. Red fern’s too critical to let fall to the wayside because of some wanderlust and all that.”[/color] 

As the moon rose unseen behind cloying clouds and the night lengthened, the music of the Snakeburrow Woods rang out above the noises of the nighttime critters. Usually barely a buzz in the back of the mind, the rising music accompanied a slow swell of aether. Leaves in the distance crunched, a branch snapped, and the loud [i]thud[/i] of something heavy hitting the ground in the distance broke the swelling melody. It came from the opposite direction from Cerric, Esvelee looking between the two points concernedly. 

[color=orange] “Giles, you blumbling drunkard, get your flea ridden arse off the ground and keep walkin’. We still go a few days to go before we meetin’ with the conclave.”[/color] A voice laden with exasperation rang out through the woods. [color=orange] “I ain’t agree to this little scheme of yours just for your ass to die halfway through. So. Get. Up.”[/color] A sharp smack punctuated each word at the end, but still there didn’t seem to be a response.