His fire

Ostiarium forests - Night

The old woman led the hooded Tarmen across the forest. If he wanted to know more about the visions he had to follow her. At first, he was confident he would be able to trace his steps back my their movements alone but soon realised that the old woman was taking him across winding and twisting paths, deeper and deeper into the forest.

Even the hood was soaked in beer so he could not trace his path by smell. They were being careful. His last encounter with Stran probably had not endeared him to the Creed despite his visions leading him to the symbol of Slivikhi.

"Sit." came the woman's voice a few hours later. He did and the hood was yanked from his head. He was sitting by a fire and noticed over his shoulder that the old woman was leaving.

Tarmen Frespit waited a few heartbeats until he noticed movement among the trees. A man appeared to dislodge himself from the shadows and start walking over to him. He was naked save for a pair of leather breeches. His muscular torso was covered with tattoos. His head covered by that of a boar. As the man approached and sat across from the fire, he noticed the tusks were dyed red.

"Welcome to His fire Tarmen Frespit." came the grunting voice from behind the mask.