You awake the next morning, feeling cold and stiff. A thick fog clings
to the ground. Darwin and Shila are standing where you left them
the night before. Shila ignores your presense completely as you
approach, while Darwin turns around.
'Look at the plains...' Darwin says forebodingly. A moment later,
you see why - there is a small group of cloaked figures milling about
with no apparent direction. You know better than that, though. You
don't need Darwin to tell you that they're waiting for a command from
the Onyx. It seems that he was right the evening before... except now
they don't care if you see them.
'It is only a matter of time until they come here.' Darwin says.
'You remember what I have told you' he looks at both you and
Shila. You nod - you fight to the death if they attack. Looking over
at the small group though, you feel anger rising. There are at least
six over there. If the tales of the Onyx are true, just one is more
than a match for both you and Shila. Six would overwhelm you in
no time, with or without Darwin. You feel a plan forming in the back
of your mind....
