The Summoner and The Summon

The night air crackled with tension as the carriage from the Old Church rattled down the dirt road, its wheels crunching over gravel. I stood outside Elara’s Tavern, the warm light spilling from its windows, a beacon against the gathering darkness of the Eldenwood Forest. Sera had informed us through a letter that suspicious individuals from the Old Church had scattered all over Astralyth; she reported that her subordinate had heard them looking for Elara.

When the carriage came to a halt, cloaked figures sprang out, their movements swift and deliberate. I felt a calm resolve settle over me. This was our home, and I was ready to defend it.

“Stay close,” I instructed my friends from the Shadow Circle, their faces reflected their determination.