Night falls…
As darkness descends, we make camp and gather around the fire. But even as we settle down to sleep, the moon slips from behind a cloud, bathing our companions in a strange and silver light.
It is a light of revelation. For suddenly, in the moon’s glow, we realise that we recognise one of our companions.
Travellers may not speak. Instead, look silently around the table at your fellows.
Secretly, each traveller picks another.
Though it wasn’t apparent to you before, suddenly you seem to recognise this companion. Are they a long lost family member? Or did you once hear a tale about them from a wandering minstrel? Keep this information to yourself for now; perhaps it will come up around future campfires.
When you are finished thinking, place your two fists on the table in front of you.
When everyone has their two fists on the table, continue below.
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————The moon passes back behind its cloud, stealing our sudden conviction with it. But as we silently drift to sleep, our realisations gnaw at us. Perhaps we are not such strangers here as we first believed…
The new day dawns. Shouldering our packs, we walk on.
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The new Reader turns over the next Elder Card in the Path.