Winds of Change

"Have you been followed by anyone?" 

A muffled voice suppressed by thick layers of cloth, almost drowned by the disembodied cries of insects and the rustling of trees on this fine evening. 

Other than the light of some particularly luminous plants and roaming fireflies, only the light shed on the Forest of Eternal Spring from the three brilliant moons of Arcadia could guide people through the night. 

Hence, it is as difficult to follow someone as it is to notice being followed. 

The muffled went silent and waited for a response. 

A moment later, the two men in the dark of the night had seemingly finished inspecting their tracks. Then, the one in the front spoke a sentence of reassurance while also muttering a low, multi-syllable password to confirm his identity. 

"Alright, you two can come in and make it quick."