As expected, Glax had a bad night's sleep at the camp. Even though neither he nor Kal had taken shifts during the vigil, his sleep was filled with nightmares and distressing images.
It was still dark and everyone was asleep, and Glax woke up feeling a weight on his belly. He found a bag made of jute, full of wild berries, salves and elixirs, but he did not see the dryad anywhere.
"Phew!" Glax didn't know how to deal with it, and he thought it best not to try to think about it now. It was good to have been gifted supplies for the mission, though.
He went back to sleep, but woke up to the strange howl that echoed through the region. But now he knew what it was. Even so, it was something that raised the hairs on the body.
Without much ado, they took the path south, towards Stimrena.
