A cold night at the town fire (1am Thursday July 27th)

[Granyte the Ogre]

-A fire can be seen lot at town fire. Any that investigate will find Lamalas sitting, bundled in his cloak and a blanket, rocking back and forth muttering to himself. His hands clutch his Valdr pendant around his neck-

[Whispers]

Cackling, angry voices appear just outside the reach of the firelight, moving around as sudden twisting shadows for ten seconds. Nothing is seen and nothing remains but the echoes of the laughter.

[MinthaDuvaineth]

- Mintha approaches the fire and lights a cigarette, her hands shaking-

"Aye, so you've seen it too then"

[Granyte the Ogre]

-He looks over to Mintha and offers her some of his blanket- Aye...what in the name of all that is good and light was that crap? -He looks to the darkness and growls- Shut up already! We hear you!

[Whispers]

The air around the two seems to whistle, as if passing through leaves.

A disembodied voice responds, "Good. We see you."

[Granyte the Ogre]

-He growls and stands, hands channeling- The come face me already you cowards! Hiding in the darkness with your whispers. -His voice raises as he faces the darkness- By The power of Valdr, all that he may give, come and face me with honor!!

[MinthaDuvaineth]

*Mintha pats Lam on the shoulder*

"Everything will be alright. Although I fear they are nothing compared to the danger that will come"