"The Old gods are fierce, wrathful. But they did not wipe out the ancient ones in a hail of fire."
Damnamenaeus ended his tale about his origins of faith in the forsaken patheon of Eldoria in this manner. It was fifteen minutes since they had first met this [Arcane Order] druid and Rafel was liking his presence so far.
After he had withdrawn the scroll Indira gave him and handed it over Damnamenaeus, the man had given it a quick look before clicking his fingers. And the entire thing had vanished in a flash. Rafel had guessed they would come back to it later.
At the moment, Damnamenaeus was riding on the mammoth ox with Khalifa. He clutched to the Hijabi whenever the animal rocked.
