“A new vision came to me.” Dolion’s words interrupted Zevander’s thoughts, and he opened his eyes to see the man across from him marveling his stones, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. Zevander unclenched his hands, noting the deep bloody crescents in his palm. “A forest.” Dolion prattled on, slipping the case of stones into his pocket. “One of thick mist and shimmer. A stone with silver markings.”
