Afeclin walked nervously to the entry of the cottage. He held his breath as he passed over the threshold.A little cradle was the only piece of furniture left in the building.Afeclin touched the cradle
The Diamaar Druid held up his clenched hand, his long slender fingers clasping something small and solid. As he began to chant a ball of fire struck his throat burning his face and igniting his robes.
