Then another wail ruptures the night
giving the company an evil fright
All rein in their horses and stand still,
straining their ears while approaching a hill
The mist and the dark obscure the eye
and they can only see the looming trees nearby.
Drieske looks around and then checks again,
she whispers softly "Hey, we miss a man!
Where did the bard go, we need to retrace our steps,
for he may be in danger, or is lost perhaps!"
The mist is forming pearls of moisture on their cloaks
and trails the cobwebs between the giant oaks.
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