The Sentinels Promises to keep

Entering the wilds through an endless wood without so much as a glob of spit left behind as homage had been a mistake. Looking back, there must have been signs. Meeting Ghost must have been a sign. A blind prophet? Come on.

Sam had not spoken for days when Rodyn called. He hadn't seen Solenya for longer, and tired though he was from visiting the wet bowels of hell om a mushroom trip, perhaps this was a chance to spread the word - or ask questions.

Sam wound his way through dim world under the trees, squinting when he eventually stepped into the light to face a large, brown wolf. The yearling's voice was a mere croak when he jumped straight past pleasantries and asked "Does it all seem empty to you? Like something just.. took everyone?"