October 31, present
Twilight
Although Glenn had been spending much of his time the past couple of days in his room at the Red Dragon Inn, today was different. Today, he had something important to do. He changed into his finest clothes, which consisted of his white long-sleeved dress shirt tucked into his dark blue jeans, worn with a simple black leather belt and his trusty pair of brown leather work boots. For a second, he thought to dig his only suit out of his steamer trunk, but it was probably too wrinkled. And besides, his task for the evening would probably end up ruining it. Plus, although he would be mourning, he wasn't much in the mood to wear his mourning clothes. Before Glenn left, he did open up the trunk and dig around in there for a few moments. He pulled out an old lace-embroidered handkerchief, put it in his pocket, then threw his father's old cloak over his shoulders. He pushed the door to his room open quickly, walked down the staircase, and slipped out the back door.
He stopped first at the Marketplace, where he quickly found a store selling adventurer's gear. Glenn bought flint, tinder, and a bucket, then left the store and starting the long walk south towards the glen. As always, his eyes glanced over to the RhyDin orphanage as he passed by, but this time, he also looked to the cemetery. He felt a shiver crawl up his spine when he did, so he quickly turned away from the graveyard and kept walking south. After a few minutes of walking, he found himself in the glen. He picked his way through the trees and navigated the hills until he was on the western side of the glen, the clearing next to the lake. As he entered, his eyes glanced up towards the sky, which was a bruised purple in color, with the occasional red-orange highlights thrown off by the dying sun. The sun's almost down, he thought. I'll have to hurry if I want to get it done before then. Working quickly, and with an eye on the horizon, Glenn started to set up a fire pit. The kindling he'd purchased was combined with some branches, twigs, sticks, and logs he found laying around near the trees surrounding the glade. As he worked, his thoughts drifted, to the last time he'd seen this ceremony performed.
Twilight
Although Glenn had been spending much of his time the past couple of days in his room at the Red Dragon Inn, today was different. Today, he had something important to do. He changed into his finest clothes, which consisted of his white long-sleeved dress shirt tucked into his dark blue jeans, worn with a simple black leather belt and his trusty pair of brown leather work boots. For a second, he thought to dig his only suit out of his steamer trunk, but it was probably too wrinkled. And besides, his task for the evening would probably end up ruining it. Plus, although he would be mourning, he wasn't much in the mood to wear his mourning clothes. Before Glenn left, he did open up the trunk and dig around in there for a few moments. He pulled out an old lace-embroidered handkerchief, put it in his pocket, then threw his father's old cloak over his shoulders. He pushed the door to his room open quickly, walked down the staircase, and slipped out the back door.
He stopped first at the Marketplace, where he quickly found a store selling adventurer's gear. Glenn bought flint, tinder, and a bucket, then left the store and starting the long walk south towards the glen. As always, his eyes glanced over to the RhyDin orphanage as he passed by, but this time, he also looked to the cemetery. He felt a shiver crawl up his spine when he did, so he quickly turned away from the graveyard and kept walking south. After a few minutes of walking, he found himself in the glen. He picked his way through the trees and navigated the hills until he was on the western side of the glen, the clearing next to the lake. As he entered, his eyes glanced up towards the sky, which was a bruised purple in color, with the occasional red-orange highlights thrown off by the dying sun. The sun's almost down, he thought. I'll have to hurry if I want to get it done before then. Working quickly, and with an eye on the horizon, Glenn started to set up a fire pit. The kindling he'd purchased was combined with some branches, twigs, sticks, and logs he found laying around near the trees surrounding the glade. As he worked, his thoughts drifted, to the last time he'd seen this ceremony performed.