Finder Cloudburst Chapter 8, Part 4
Every street was vacant.
The market was empty.
The forges were cold.
Fishers were gone.
Wren walked to the market,
alone in the large square.
She readied her two
magic weapons.
I stood behind her and
off to the left, just as
we practiced before
we arrived here.
With a voice louder than
the wild, rushing river,
Wren called out the Lich,
“Typhoon Mistridge!”
Once again she bellowed,
“I seek Typhoon Mistridge!
Reveal yourself and
come face me now!”
A hut at the end of
the street, marked by the sign
of a cauldron, its
door burst open.
A dead man passed through the
doorway from gloomy dark
into the day lit
street of Bearbat.
Rotten vocal cords spoke,
“Welcome, good travelers.
What brings you here to
Bearbat Village?”
“Are you ill or injured?
Do you need any aid?
I can help you, as
I know some spells.”
Wren replied, “We only
seek vengeance for the deaths
you caused in Fleagrass.
Submit and die!”