Adarn nodded at the words of Laslo.
"We have all been here since damn of time, and were where there when the first night fell.
And now a new night falls so will our watch begin again. It will be a dark night."
Adarn spoke solemnly. A trait found in him quite often, but not like tonight.
He closed his eyes and opened them as the eyes of the old priest in his chair at the feast.
With glowing eyes and a voice that made the earth shake he spoke to the people who looked up and listened. His voice carried far and wide.
"People of Travel's End. Hear my prophecy for the night to come. For all the gods you love or fear, there is one you know nothing off, for he is a shade of the past.
A memory long forgotten has come to haunt you. Champions that are and will be chosen this night, stand vigil. And know we will be with you."
The old priest collapsed back into the chair, his eyes wide open and gasping for air.