Erendal loved the peaceful nature of the old forest and the surrounding land. But occasionally the ranger felt cramped in the stuffy woods, and would travel the short distance to the Brandywine River where his small boat was docked.
He had done so that very morning, bathing himself his the sun's warm rays. Casting out his line, the ranger soon had caught several large trout.
But, scanning the darkening skyline, Erendal knew that his relaxation would soon end. Dark clouds were gathering north of him, and it was apparent that the wind was gaining speed.
A storm was brewing.
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