"Welcome back," the man said without looking as they entered the clearing. "You found someone else I see."
The man seemed unfazed by the new arrival. Daigan thought he was a curious figure. He had long white hair that ran down his back. His clothes were a white robe top and bottom with a large purple coat over it. The coat bore a strange rune on the back, and Daigan had no idea what it meant. He turned his head at last to get a look at them, and Daigan saw his mirror-like crystal blue eyes.
"Hey you," Artemis replied with a smile. "This boy got attacked by goblins, so I figured he could stay with us for the night."
"It's your camp," the old man replied. "What's your name, boy?"
"D-Daigan, sir," he replied.
The old man smiled. "Daigan, huh? Sounds like a good name. My name is Zharoun. Good to make your acquaintance."
Daigan nodded. He and Artemis walked over to the campfire and sat around it. They sat relatively close to it, only getting close enough to enjoy its light.
"Those goblins are really starting to get annoying," Artemis said as she sat.
"They are certainly out in greater numbers now," Zharoun agreed. "And, if possible, with an even greater thirst for blood."
"Why do you think they're acting like this, Zharoun?"
"I cannot pose a guess," the old man replied. "I noticed a red tint on them that is new, but I have little clue as to its source."
Artemis nodded. "I've never heard of anything like this."
"We live in strange times," said Zharoun. "We must be prepared for anything."
They all agreed somberly. The fire crackled away as the night had fully fallen, covering all but this small clearing in darkness.
“Excuse me,” Daigan said, quietly. “Zharoun, that’s a pretty rare name… I was wondering, were you named for the old Sage of Trollweiss?”
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