Lessa ventured further from the graveyard, trying not to look at her charred corpse on her way back into the woods.
Thunder rolled overhead and the rain began tickling her ears and nose.
She shivered from the wet and wished she had herself a cloak to keep her dry. She had a cloak at home but did not think to bring it.
She considered going back to Starnose and telling her that has failed multiple times and that this was too much for her.
She thought of other candidates, possible adventurers to take up this quest. It was a short list, Lessa did not know many people.
Still Lessa was figuring that Starnose had vastly overestimated her magical abilities... or otherwise her confidence in wielding them.
Lightning struck and illuminated the forest further on, and Lessa saw that the world had answered her wish for a cloak in the warped way it sometimes does.
Ahead for that brief moment she thought she saw a rider on a pale horse in a black cloak.
But it was no cloak, it was the limp wings of a goon!
Lessa spied through the rain the goon turn his mount towards her, but still traveling at the same pace.
She found a large root and curled up behind it. Closed her eyes and focused on breathing steadily.
Then, the lightning raced above her and the thunder cracked so loudly she could not help but squeek in fear.
Lessa heard hoofbeats coming more quickly towards her and knew she would have to fight the goon...
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