Alright, what takes place here is the base behind future events. I will say no more :)
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The next morning, Tobrecan predicted that they would reach the city by nightfall. That was not so, however. A sudden downpour slowed their approach, and they were forced to take shelter under a canopy of oak trees.
The night was wet and miserable. After she finally had dropped off to sleep, Wyniel heard a rustling in the trees and wondered what kind of creature lurked so close to their camp. Seeing that Tobrecan was gone she jumped up quickly, grasped the bow and quiver of arrows Raedan presented to her before she left, and stepped as quietly as she could into the trees.
Far off she thought she heard cries, and made her way to them, stringing an arrow as she went. She had never been more scared in all her life, and doubted she would even be able to hit whatever it was she was after. It was all dark, the moon was blocked by storm clouds, but it was no longer raining. Just as the cries became louder a figure jumped Wyniel from behind. It was Tobrecan.
"Get back to the tent! All is well, do not worry. You must sleep." And he led her to the tent they had set up.
She hardly slept any more that night, but in the morning she was full of questions.