Tavin walked the long path back to Varenwald at a steady, but slow pace. The wind had finally picked up, bringing in clouds from the south. As he walked, he flexed his right hand open and closed a few times, ruminating on the brief interaction he had had with the pale, rogue Bloodsold. The exchange had been brief, and he had been careful not to draw too much blood, but the flames had come out so much easier and burned so much brighter than before. What’s more, he barely felt tired after ...