Chadstone's snare was subtly woven. Other traps took very careful machinations, but Chadstone watched Dakshana in the scrying pools and knew this battle would be hard fought and sweetly won.
The shaman noticed him, and fear flashed in her eyes before Chadstone followed the hunter down the hill. His blindfold was on before he reached the trees, but shadows were his realm and he needed no sight to make his way. He passed many hunters and maidens, but he sought only one maiden. She stood in an alcove of trees hidden from other hunters. He hoped she waited for him.
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