Enna, 

Something moves in the high wilds. The ones who rescued Risos said something circled their camp. They found a book, as well, that scares me. It seemed old, and strong. A book. There is trouble brewing. 

I sent this to you, because I knew you'd know what to do with it. 

Larena Denellon 
 

In no time it seemed, the traveling youths had made their way down the trail from the High Pastures back to Ramhorn Ridge. Smoke rose from chimneys in each of the scattered farmhouses, bearing the smell of the various meals being prepared to the odd group of youths and sheep that made their way downhill.