It was dusk. The last vestiges of the sunset were disappearing over the horizon in a fiery orange glow. Emilian was crouched over his cook fire, where a hare was roasting on his homemade spit, and some wild vegetables simmered in a pot. He had no hope or expectation that anything would happen that night. He was wondering if he was waiting there in vain if Master Long ever even intended to return with MeiLan.