Ocean's Breath Plateau john barleycorn was dead

aditya was left, mouth agape, at the fox's sudden departure. you—chutiya! he spat, almost more astonished than angry. he took a few steps after the creature, but it was useless. . .he was already long gone, and any news of dutch with him.

damn it, he muttered, and turned back to his daughter. he gave her an apologetic look, shaking his head. that was. . .sorry. that was odd.

what an odd night. he lifted his gaze to the mountain once more. an odd night, indeed.

let's go to bed, lakshmi, aditya said, still looking out, almost staring at nothing. perhaps things will be clearer in the morning.