65 Gavran Wilds (8) — Attack

Anastasia put the dagger back under the fur, little realizing that the rubies of the dagger had started glowing. 

Ileus curled his arms around her. "Sleep, Ana," he whispered. "I would like to start early in the morning. Don't want to stay in Gavran Wilds for much longer than that." He sighed. "Let's hope we don't come across the rogues."

"Or that the rogues don't see us," she added. "I just don't understand why none of the kings or previous kings did anything to curtail the problem in Sgiath Biò! If this place is here to ward off the normal Lore, then why hasn't anyone taken measures to curb this issue. Unfortunately this thing has grown massively. It doesn't fit well!"