The Journey to Varden
Rowran was falling, falling off a cliff into the deep ocean and then time froze. He saw a huge claret eye darting at him and he couldn’t move. His body was rendered numb as if he had no control. He knew not of the creature but the golden wedge surrounded by the maroon fire seem to engulf him from all side and finding it to him. There were goblins battling on the cliff. A bolt of darted towards him and everything went blank. A fair song buzzed his ear and his heart stopped pounding and he relaxed.
He woke up to climbing noon sun and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust. Shaflon was preparing food in an earthen pot, kept on fire and humming a song that Rowran woke up with.
“Greetings, so finally you are awake. It has stopped raining as you can see. We will be able to start in the evening as the sun descends.” said Shaflon, handing Rowran a drink in a coconut shell.
Rowran nodded in agreement, and accepted the drink. It was warm, but he didn’t know what it was. It felt good.
“It is Cerlamin, prepared from an herb found in the forest. It will keep tiredness at bay and thirst at minimal. For hunger I am preparing some roots. I guess you would like it once prepared.” said Shaflon, taking a sip of Cerlamin and steering the earthen pot with stick.
Rowran got ready for the day as the roots were being prepared. It didn’t taste anything like Rowran expected and surely not as good as the feast of Shrine, but it was good for his hungry stomach and he felt good after having it.
After waiting for Shaflon to finish packing few roots in impromptu bag weaved out of big leaves and soft stems. The two started on their journey to Waza-lier.
Rowran was falling, falling off a cliff into the deep ocean and then time froze. He saw a huge claret eye darting at him and he couldn’t move. His body was rendered numb as if he had no control. He knew not of the creature but the golden wedge surrounded by the maroon fire seem to engulf him from all side and finding it to him. There were goblins battling on the cliff. A bolt of darted towards him and everything went blank. A fair song buzzed his ear and his heart stopped pounding and he relaxed.
He woke up to climbing noon sun and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust. Shaflon was preparing food in an earthen pot, kept on fire and humming a song that Rowran woke up with.
“Greetings, so finally you are awake. It has stopped raining as you can see. We will be able to start in the evening as the sun descends.” said Shaflon, handing Rowran a drink in a coconut shell.
Rowran nodded in agreement, and accepted the drink. It was warm, but he didn’t know what it was. It felt good.
“It is Cerlamin, prepared from an herb found in the forest. It will keep tiredness at bay and thirst at minimal. For hunger I am preparing some roots. I guess you would like it once prepared.” said Shaflon, taking a sip of Cerlamin and steering the earthen pot with stick.
Rowran got ready for the day as the roots were being prepared. It didn’t taste anything like Rowran expected and surely not as good as the feast of Shrine, but it was good for his hungry stomach and he felt good after having it.
After waiting for Shaflon to finish packing few roots in impromptu bag weaved out of big leaves and soft stems. The two started on their journey to Waza-lier.
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