"Worst thing is we come back 20 years from now empty handed, or provoke another man to clam to be the dragon falsely" The wind was blowing and he could see it turn over the leaves on the trees of the Paerish Swar Darkwood. The underside of the leaves are a lighter shade of green making it look like the trees were changing colors as the wind blew. Spike knew the area pretty well and these were tell tale signs of a storm. "We should stop here for the night. A storm is coming in." He halted his horse, and hopped down off it. He started to set up camp. tying up the horses, hooking on their feed bags, He also set up a tent, and put on an extra piece of canvas to shield it from the storm.