A dark afternoon to depart... The leaden clouds hung heavy over the group gathered at the south gate.the conversation was sparse, many thinking of the dangers to come, many embracing their children, or the families they were leaving behind. Donhelm stood a little way apart from the others,
already the responsibility of what lay ahead had begun to weigh on him. He sparked the tinder to his pipe and sighed as the first fat drops of rain began to fall.
