Symbaroum RPG : Thistle Hold - Wrath of the Warden

Thistle Hold - Wrath of the Warden They avoided eye-contact, both of them focused on the flickering flame that struggled for its life on the table between them. It wouldn’t be long before the darkness reigned supreme in their booth at the Salons of Symbaroum. “You feel it too,” she whispered to her friend and colleague. “Admit it.” “It… It’s nothing, only the autumn coming. Moist and wind. Darkness …” ”Moist, wind, darkness, they are all constant,” she tried to explain. ”Autumn does not come in… swells…”. “Maybe you’re falling ill,” the friend remarked optimistically. “Maybe you…” The candle went out, as if extinguished by the invisible wave washing over her, a wave that again made her stomach ache and her thoughts darken. She blinked, met her friend’s gaze and forced a mendacious smile. “You’re right, there’s nothing to worry about… just an ordinary autumn morning in Thistle Hold, just a…” Her words died out, murdered by a clang that hadn’t been heard in the town for more than four ye