Dardan walked out from his little hut and felt the breeze from the sea.
He chuckled to himself and felt content with his little building by the coast. It was quiet and he enjoyed the
times when he brought books home to study them more carefully. The libraries of the Lycaeum and even more so
the cold caverns of Wind was nothing he had ever enjoyed spending time in for greater lengths of time. He felt
the power of those places when he spent time there but nothing was as comforting as preparing a little fire in
the oven and study a text to the sound of the crackling flames. He sat there for a short while, looking at the
seagulls fishing in the waters outside the hut. His thoughts went back to the village.
He sighed deeply and stood up. It was time, yet again, to return to the village. He went inside and looked at
the stocked herbs and magical ingredients in the little chest he had inside. He remembered preparing the herbs
when he travelled to the dragon caverns some called Destard. He remembered preparing the herbs and runes when
he travelled to the lost city of Wind. He had fought there on countless occasions, trying to keep the inner city
free from the vile entities that were drawn there, attracted as they were by the raw power of the caves. While
he went through the herbs He took great care in placing them into different pouches to make the access easier.
He took his only rune, to a bank in Nujelm, and put it in a pouch at his belt. then he opened the small chest
and made a short incantation while concentrating on the rune.
When Dardan appeared behind the tavern, safely out of earshot from the busy area in front of the tavern, he
immediately scanned the region to make sure it was safe. Then he started the summoning of protective powers.
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