For years, the brave and determined wolf Rainer has been preparing to overthrow the rule of the tyrant and murderer of his family, Jarl Magnar. Just when he has the chance to defeat his greatest enemy, a certain someone unexpectedly falls into Raine...
- Rainer Thorde, son of Ron Thorde. I knew you would come here today.
- Really? The gods probably told you that.
- You don't have to be so sarcastic at all. I had a vision last night. It seems you didn't come back empty-handed from Jarl Otto, is that correct?
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Rainer just remembered perfectly why he had only seen the druid Agape once since she started accompanying them. Even after seeing her for the first time two years ago, Rainer couldn't tell if this woman was just perceptive or if she really could talk to the gods. Was she a fraud or did she really have supernatural abilities. He did not know if she was aided in reading human behavior or the future by the various herbs hanging on the walls of the den, or by the concoctions boiling in a small cauldron suspended over the hearth.
Wolf was just standing in the middle of a small cavity in the rock in the mountain valley that housed the rebel camp under his gun. Throughout the valley were long and winding corridors carved out of the rock that led from one cavern to the next. In many places, the vaults of these caverns had numerous small tunnels hollowed out by the water that once flowed through them. Now they served as ventilation for the rebels from the smoke gushing from their campfires. It was a good hiding place, protected from the weather and far away from important routes. A perfect place to plan the next attacks against Magnar.
One of these caves was taken over by Agape. Someone who did not know her might think the woman was modest, as befitted a druid. After all, she had chosen one of the smallest caves out of the many others that were available. Rainer saw it differently, however. A small cave was much easier to heat than a large one. Thanks to this, the woman could walk around scantily clad all the time, which was not common among druids. Moreover, the cave was located in the heart of the narrow pass, allowing Agape to keep a close eye on what was going on around her. At least, that was the opinion of Rainer, who did not trust this beautiful, about 25-year-old doe.
Agape sat with her arms folded and her head resting on a tree trunk at a large wooden table. She possessed a gaze the color of pure ice that literally drilled into the soul of the person the female druid was looking at. She was clad in tasteful green robes that were far too thin for this time of year. What was most distinctive about the druid, however, was her antlers. It did not actually belong to her, but to another druid who had supposedly died many years ago. Agape wore it on her head and secured it to her temples with heavy metal straps that held the sizable antlers upright. She always did this during ceremonies in honor of the gods, when someone wanted to seek her advice, or when she intended to pass on information about the misty future that Agape claimed was given to her by the gods themselves.
- Why don't you sit down, my friend? - The woman suggested, smiling at Rainer.
- I only came to you to reassure people. - He replied in a dispassionate tone of voice. - You won't tell me anything I don't already know. I will stand for a while and not trouble you any longer.
