The rain fell softly over the small village as the two men stood under the porch. Smoke rising from the pipe placed upon Adunabel's lips. The hunter stood beside him, leaned upon a column as Adunabel looked at him and spoke.
"The wind calls us home lad, I feel it in my bones. My heart feels... Heavy." He chewed on the end of the pipe, a look of worry coming across his face.
"What of the north-man? Scouts say that he's in still held captive by the Angmarim." Cynraede asked, looking towards Adunabel who lowered his head and closed his eyes.
"You and I both know the hospitality of the Angmarim. This is his labor that he must overcome. We cannot help him now." He turned to Cynraede with a stern brow. "Just as you will be the only one who must pass your labor when it is your time."
Cynraede nodded and looked back to his mentor. "I look forward to it. There is much to atone for." He said with a solemn bow.
Adunabel smiled and placed a hand upon the young hunter's shoulder. "And for now, we must travel back. I sense that you feel it as well, something is not right in these lands."
Cynraede nodded and pulled his hood over his head. "Darkness is rising. We must protect them. Through blood and steel."
