He lay there beneath the tree staring deep into the cold sockets of
the skeleton head amulet. The amulet stood a foot from his face
grinning menacingly at him having been placed there by forces unknown.
Certainly, they were taunting him. The beastmen had followed him this
far, they knew he was here. Drenched in sweat, his body shivered more
from fear than from the forest's chill. He could smell the rank musk
of beastmen carried by the morning mist. His mind urged him to turn
his head to scan the horizon for them but his eyes could not leave the
amulet. Locked by fright, he heard it speak. The words he heard were
woven by his own voice but not by his own thoughts, "They are drawing
nearer and you cannot escape them. Tomorrow will not be a better
day." Composing himself, he grabbed up the amulet and forcefully
shoved it back into the pack it had escaped from sometime during the
night. Sitting up against the base of the tree, he looked over the
campsite, dimly lit by the few shards of light able to cut through the
trees' thick canopy.

Left alone in his thoughts, he held the pack tightly against his
chest. Are the beastmen working alone? I'll need to keep a close eye
on the three who found us yesterday, as well as the old priest and
even Drach. I could run but they would only find me again, them or the
beastmen. My chances may be better here for now. We'll be back to the
city soon if all goes well. I only hope things will be better then.

He quickly glanced into the pack once more. The skull remaining in the
sack this time but still staring at him with a grin. With a whisper
of his own voice, he heard it again, "Tomorrow will not be a better
day."