Rumors and lies is what I seem to get. My spy was at the Inn last night and came back almost too drunk to talk. I finally found out though that he was drunk so he could talk. Otherwise the terror would have taken off with his voice.
He remembered being at the inn and hearing a tale that froze his heart in his chest. His full lips trembled as he sipped the wine i had offered him. I thought he would burst into tears.
"They say that the land is being eaten from the inside out. The land is drying and graying. Trees are growing knarled and dead. The wind is stronger with longer gusts. We hear no birds no matter how silent the woods are.
My heart stopped as he spoke. I looked out window at the land that seemed unaffected.
Was the spy a victim of hysteria? Or was there some magic afoot?
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