Bramblepoint No one knows

He tucked her warning in the back of his mind. He will not forget it, for he had seen enough bloodshed and carnage for three lifetimes. The way she said it though...sounded like she spoke from experience and he heard her shudder. What horrors had this delicate sounding female seen? This must be where her fear stemed from, perhaps?

Adrastos wanted to ask her about it, but at the same time didn't want to intrude on something like that, especially since he was basically a stranger. He was about to speak again when he noticed there was something missing. The steady sound of the rain had stopped! It was still fairly dark, especially inside the cave, but shapes were beginning to emerge in dark grays and purples.

He turned and grinned at Liri, still in the back of the cave. He could now make out her coloring and found that it was a white as winter. "Storm's over, Liri!"