The walk is an uncomfortably silent one, no one daring to say anything, Hailyn still wondering where Paul is, Ciana quieter than usual, even for a relatively quiet person, and your own feelings in a guilty kind of state, not just for ruining the day's fun but also for bringing Hailyn's feelings out into the open when perhaps they were unacknowledged for a reason (though she seemed to be the only one not admitting their existence). 

The three of you stroll into town around sunset.  By now, streamers, banners, dancers, and lights powered by magical crystals enchanted with minor glamour spells have almost finished being set up around town.  The atmosphere is alive and expectant.  The Harvest Festival, as the name implies, is a time for fun and games, as the year's harvest has been so much more plentiful than expected that everything is free and the festivities last long into the early hours.  Quite likely, other festivals are going on in other towns; but not many attract crowds the way that Pasaveer's festival does.

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A basic, typical fantasy style story with all the classic elements - elves in the forest, dwarves underground, old wizards in towers and the like. It's largely just to experiment with the form more than anything, although the idea formed ages ago before I got depressed.

The idea is that about a dozen characters meet each other along the way on a perilous journey north into the heart of evil/darkness/symbolic force thereof.

Arrith and co head north-west to the capital, Pasaveer, a day or two out from their home town of Terris. Kemvar accompanies them. They are looking for information about a cursed armour, shield and weapon that one of the goblin leaders mutters something about. On your trail is the men with wolf tattoos, and behind them is the rouge Hailyn has been waiting like a lover for.

updated Jul 8 by UltimaDan