::Morgandy suddenly sensed fear at the same time her pusuer woke from his nightmare. It soon went away though, and Morgandy was fine. When Feanin came back to the camp, he noticed Morgandy seemed troubled. "Are you all right?" He asked. Morgandy nodded. Feanin put the firewood in a bundle and struck a flint. With a small spark, the fire was lit. Feanin sat back on his bed and looked up at the stars. When Morgandy saw Svyel suddenly morph into an owl she was a bit surprised, but realized he was probably looking for food. She would have gladly offered him some from her own pack, but she knew the druid wanted to use his own means of survival. Morgandy thought this was a good time to talk. "So, what's been going on since I left?" She asked. "Not much. Bonnyvale has gone on about its usual business, with the acception of the worry for you." He said this in a tone that was slightly annoyed. "Feanin, I had no choice. The curse compelled me anyway!"Morgandy pleaded. Feanin shook his head and waved it off. "It is of no matter." He said. Looking around, Feanin said, "I know these woods...I've been here once. When I was not but fifty years old, and I remember it well." Morgandy relaxed as Feanin told his tale of how he and his father had traveled through this forest on their way to the village of Plythel, which had great medical supplies. It was in a time that Bonnyvale was experiencing great disease and sickness, and Feanin and his father, being well-known for their travel knowledge, had been sent off to look for help. This tale was new to Morgandy, Feanin had never told it to her before. She had remembered that time, and knew that Feanin and his father had gone off to get help, but she had never heard the full tale. This relaxed Morgandy, and for a while she forgot her present troubles.