It had been almost 2 weeks since his time at Willow Lake and the time had come to set off for the Forrest of the Phoenix. Psycho returned to Willow Lake before setting off. A tingle of malevolence and greed was still in the air. After gathering samples of the soil and recalling some of his soulmatic energy he made leave for the Forest of Good and Evil.
Psycho knew that the forest held many secrets and dangers, some without name and decided company of high caliber would be the best course of action. There has been talk of a rogue strider named Daehan. He held interest in The Lady Sune, my all consuming reason for being. He was quiet willing to lend a hand, and an able sword. We made for the Eastern Highway and traveled for what may have been a week and a half. The high sun during the month of Mirtul was left behind as we came to the Thunder Peaks and entered Storm Horns Mnt.
'The Forrest is not far now' Daehan informed me. As these words escaped Daehan's lips I got the feeling we should look around.
'Someone has been here ... Someone with the same energy from the lake' I said
Indeed someone had been there. There were whisps of long dark hair and a symbol of The Crimson Guardians. It must have been Emalia ... she must know more about what happened that she had let on. Was it desire for the sword ... or could I been seeing what I want to see. Some kind of answer.
We took lodge In Proskur, A well guarded town at the base of the forest. We would need a bit of final preparation before actually enter the forest and thought it best to rest.
