Fassn tears after Cang, explodes outdoors into the pouring rain. He widens his arms and turns his head up to face the drops, catches them upon his outstretched tongue.
Shyan and Abia watch from the doorway of the smithy as Cang disappears into the mist, walking toward the lich’s castle.
“Crap,” Shyan says.
Just then, Abia senses a tingling, a creeping awareness of the lighthouse behind them. She turns to find it in the fog, and though is top is occluded, a faint orange glow eminates from it.
“Visit witch,” Abia says.
“Shouldn’t we go after Cang?”
Abia shakes her head once, with sadness and finality. “Cannot alone.”
Shyan glances towards Ulxurix’s lighthouse and shudders. “Fine. Just let me grab water boy, here.” She marches into the storm to collect Fassn, happily swallowing the rain.
Abia smiles.
