Kel awakens with a start, his body drenched in a cold sweat. The embers of the fire are dying, and Wolfgar crouches close by, stoking he flames with a bit of firewood collected from the grounds. Kel sits up, his head pounding with the dimming roar of groaning fatigue.
To his left, laid out amongst the loot they were able to gather, is Pol, snoring the sleep of the truly carefree. Kel marvels at the child's resilience for a moment before he notices Drusilla sitting up.
She looks at him and a fond smile returns to her face, the scar there pulling her mouth slightly, making it look more like a smirk, but Kel knows that face, remembers her smile, and despite her ability to put drink away as good as any man twice her size, her manner was often as gentle as her hands were tending wounds he'd recieve working or hunting. "I knew you'd find us. I told the others that you would find us," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Wolfgar rises from the fire and hurries over to Drusilla, asks her if she was drugged, or other wise hurt. "Aside from my scars, I am unhurt. The sleep came on as we passed through the forest. I had a strange dream, of a long hallway, and a woman who said she knew you," she says looking at Kel. "She told me that I must help her, she said that by righting the temple, we could hurry the rescue of the rest of our village."
"This is one of her temples, Drusilla," Wolfgar says quietly, now simply holding the woman.
"She didn't say where it was, but I get the feeling that this isn't the one I'm to restore," she says. "I guess I could get this one looking a little better while we're here, though. No harm in that." They laugh quietly together.
Kel quickly decides to keep his dream to himself for now, hoping to preserve the smiles of his companions as long as possible. “By Bori’s keen eye, I thought not to ever see you again. Your father will be overjoyed to know that you are safe.” To Drusilla’s wondering gaze, he continues, “He and five other hunters joined us in the search. I know not where they are now, but last we saw them, they were well.”
Despite his good news, a deep sadness wells up in the young woman. “His joy will be short-lived, I fear. Mother did not… she took a blow to the head, and…” She sobs, and Kel curses himself silently even as Wolfgar pulls her into a tighter embrace. Kel grits out, “We will avenge her tenfold. I promise.”
Kel takes watch in the temple so Wolfgar can get some sleep. The big man slumps onto the floor and is immediately asleep. Drusilla lays down, but her eyes remain open for a time before she too falls asleep. The night passes quietly, and sometime in the night, Kel notices that the rain has let up. He watches as the first gray light of day fills in the shadows of the temple complex, and the forest beyond with their true shape.