The water bottle dislodges a small prayer strip that falls to the ground. "Your oath is accepted, and your destiny strengthened. Please..." As the words struggled from the depths of his soul, A golden ring springs forward shining as the corona of the sun on all directly gathered. A bright perfect circle as a golden bullseye centers within the ring. "... this prayer is fragile, but powerful and yours. I offer it in recompense..." The man coughs his last, his pallor graying.<br/><br/>His grip gives, and he relaxes in a way that is so peaceful as to be unnatural. The last vestige of light upon his brow fades as though a memory, a nightmare, a dream. Two beings, a pair of wood spiders appear at the edge of the clearing, chittering away in their elden tongue, they do not approach though appear to bow at the fore, in deference to the man at your feet. Their woven vine and wood legs bending at several points to bring their mandibles great poison dripping thorns, low to the ground, and the impression of reverent closing of the eyes, though these creatures hold no eyelids for the ring of black eyes.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Read if you understand Old Realm</div><div class="spoiler_body">We are his, we shall deal with his journey from here.</div></div><br/>The path to follow through this desolate trail, for the joy of the season seems to have drained from the warmth, holds clear, they moved along the road to the west.