get me around! " a smile crossed his face and now the others joined them.


"We're going with you!" they said, "We never completely trusted our fathers anyway!" now everyone had fixed their gaze on the loner and he used the magic of the moment and enjoyed it. Finally he mumbled slightly hesitantly:


"All right! I'll come with you, but only on one condition!" Senragor tilted his head under the hood and said with a smile:


"I think I am the one who set the conditions!" his scowl changed from one to the other, "We have to leave tonight! We will go to the swamps, watch your friends there and later further south!The whole country has to be searched thoroughly and I have to give something to an old friend! "He tapped a black pouch with golden string with his hand. It seemed to be filled with something soft, malleable, but you could be wrong. “First of all,” he continued, “let's help the peasant family and barricade ourselves in the hut until we've gathered our supplies! It goes on at daybreak, understand? We will also wait for the other two. If you don't be back by tomorrow morning, we'll go alone! It's urgent, because we've already lost too much time! The remaining days will only be slept for a short time, so on! "Then the druid ran towards the house with great strides and a waving coat and the screams of the attacking creatures of the shadow were already perceived. The wizard broke off a branch of a laurel tree with a crack and lit it with a small, sparkling flame his hand and rammed it into the ground.So she stood like a torch next to the wooden door and Senragor explained to them, breaking off another thick branch:


"Laurel, it drives away evil spirits! Where there is the smell of laurel, no spirits can go!" he turned away from them again and soon had a whole arm full of branches. The monsters and gnomes now positioned themselves between the surrounding fir trees, but still remained out of reach of the torch. Gisildur sniffed the air. Really, it smelled spicy, like cooking a particularly good soup, and the smell did them good. With relieved facial expressions, constantly turning their heads and looking happily at the approaching enemy, happy about the first triumph, they marched towards the small buildings and disappeared into them. The magician followed them, but when he reached the simple door he turned around again, glanced at the lurking shadows and thought with a slight horror: "Muragecht and his two lackeys are not ghosts!> Then he stepped into the little room with the sticks under his arm. There he put the twigs on the table and calmly began to pluck the leaves, but in reality he was thinking hard. He was not allowed to tell his protégés everything. There were too many secrets that they would never understand. Even the staff of power played a role, for the two envoys of Muragecht 's were equipped with it and now mastered the interwoven magic and power of fire. He quickly loosened all of the dark green leaves from their anchoring and folded them into a small heap. The leaves were elongated, pointed, but soft in their curves and as if covered by a thin layer of wax, but they were fine hairs that could let the water roll off when it rained heavily. He knew that these leaves were used to make medicine for poisoning of any kind, if you didn't have a healing potion at hand, you simply put the leaves lengthwise on the wound and it would close in no time.This was particularly important in the states further south and west, as only a few shops there carried these potions. Instead, there were all kinds of living beings there, such as the dwarves, the elves or the people who had been considered extinct many years ago, the half-humans. It was the sons and daughters of humans or elves who each married and had half-blooded children. Half-breeds in the sense that they were half elves, half human, but they were smaller than these, but quick and agile.


The wizard released ten sticks from the bundle and carefully set them aside, then clutched the other pile and placed them between the logs on the fire.


"Why?" A questioning voice came from behind Senragor and he immediately knew who he was dealing with:


"Gisildur, what do you want?"


"Why?" repeated the latter and quickly pointed to the pile of leaves, "Why did you do that?What do you need it for? "


"You can use it to heal wounds better!" he explained as poorly as he could, snapping his fingers and a blue flame licked up from his thumb. He lit the wood, which immediately began to crackle loudly and energetically, then he noticed Gisildur 's gaze resting on the ten sticks and studying them extensively.


"I'll explain to you what all this means when the others are all here!" and after some hesitation he asked, "Get her here!" he nodded to Gisildur and he left the room in silence. The druid apparently wanted to tell them something that everyone should hear. The fire crackled and lit the room with dark, bluish shimmering flames.