Chapter 41: BONEFIRE
PREVIOUSLY-
"Okay," Sigmund broke the tension,
"Let's use what we are given."
"That's good," Raphael nodded.
"There must be a reason why Vayren gave this." Leon opened the book again.
"Let's see what he has written for us." Theo carefully opened his book.
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DATE- 13th , MONTH OF THAWEN, 2021 A.G.
Sunlight knifed through the dense green canopy, catching the side of Leon's face in a sudden blaze of warmth. He stirred with a grunt, grimacing against the unwelcome light.
"Urg..." The sound came out hoarse, half a growl.
He blinked sleep from his eyes, rubbing them with the back of a calloused hand, and pushed himself upright with a groggy sway. The forest floor, littered with pine needles and damp loam, clung to his cloak.