Arien stumbled over a root, cursing in a garbled tongue. He prowled through the woods, his cloak deflecting the raindrops that made it through the thick forest canopy. The mage looked up into the sky, but saw nothing but blackness in the branhes above.
A smath path wound before him, leading deeper into the shadowy grove. Where any normal eyes would be impaired, his managed to identify shapes in the dark. Arien carefully watched where he placed his step, making his way along at a slow pace. He looked up through the woods and saw the figure ahead. Finally.