Cedron and Raven - In the Lair of the Lady
08 Newkolt 349 AC “Well if I’ve learned anything in my brief travels, it’s been that we’re definitely on the correct path. Nothing good leads this way.” Cedron searches his vicinity, listening and looking for anything that may pose a threat. The cloud of gnats, mosquitoes, and biting flies buzz around his ears, dart toward his eyes, and keep landing on his lips. Cedron waves his hand to drive them away, a futile effort that only gives his tormentors another place to land. The bard sees that Raven suffers just as badly, his eyes narrowed. The elf looks his way, "The next time I have to go to a swamp, I'm asking Grotto for some kind of salve to keep the damn bugs off of me." Raven points up the hill, "I guess this is the place." “Indeed” says Cedron. “Let us see if my prayers are answered in this realm.” he says as he begins to prepare himself for what is to come. He invokes a blessing upon himself and Raven and is immediately rewarded with a sense of connection...