Blackfeather Woods and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower

@Relmyna

The days have grown short, the nights cold, and Ceara feels it now more than ever.  The temperature in Wolfskull is never comfortable; for some reason, it always feels damp to her.  Sometimes she wakes in the night and imagines it's her own blood.  She can't get the image of the demon out of her head.

Sleep evades her more often than not, and when it comes it is fitful.  Maegi has helped the best she could, she knows it to be true.  But there are dark things at work in these woods, and there are some things that medicine couldn't cure.  Perhaps her sick mind was one of them.

Morning comes.  Her life here is not terrible, so far.  She is hungry and quite parched.. but she's alive.  And not being tortured.  It could be much worse.  She lets out a yawn and stretches, heading close to the mouth of the cave to take in her daily dose of sunlight.