Mekoa sighed, when she finally spoke they had left behind the town's slums and were approaching the fields of wheat and barley. "I do not mean to be a pain. It's just a habit, nothing more." Her shapely eyebrows folded over her dark eyes in self inquiry. Mekoa could not help hearing the age in her usual melodious voice. She knew the news she had gathered was weighing heavily on her heart. There were creatures of Darkness coming into this land. And, as far as she knew, they were after her charge.