Once everyone returned to the cave, they were mostly exhausted. Orrin lighted up the extinguished campfire, and Larry bandaged his wounded arm. Soon after, everyone slept soundly in their sleeping bags… except for Lin Li. Ever since he returned, he had been thinking about the crystal. He only fell asleep while in a daze in the dead of the night. He even had a dream that he was surrounded by undead creatures—this dream had actually woken up him in terror…
Anyhow, it was not a pleasant night.
Lin Li was still low in spirits and with heavy eyebags when he woke up in the morning, yawning away. When Larry looked at him, it took him a while to remember that this dejected-looking fella was the monster that blasted more than ten Skeletal Warriors with an Infernal Flare.
The dusk at the Shadowglen was still lifeless; it did not have the vigor that a dusk should have.
