As I stalked toward the encampment, I raised Reona to a fighting stance. The group ahead could not see the brownish-green blade behind the brush and trees. I had observed them for a while as they crossed the spine, and before that, heard the birds whisper about them. Maybe I'm mad,but then, it has served me well. Keeping me alive. This group is then probably mad, too. For they haven't diminished except in the size of an individual.
I stepped out of the cover of the trees, and immediately was spotted by a number of people who drew weapons. One man stepped forward,"Who are you?" he inquired.