Epilogue (LC)

A cloaked figure sits in a dim room, one hand under the chin and the other on a piece of paper. Rays of moonlight escape the barred windows and collide with the cold stone walls. A storm rages outside. Amidst the sounds of the wind pushing and pulling treetops, a whisper finds root in the barren room. "Well," says the voice and sighs as the cloaked figure stands up. It pauses for a second, then turns around to open the wooden door. The face of a young man is illuminated as he comes out of the shadowy room, flickering as he slowly passes down the torch-lit hallway.

"I guess that's it then," he whispers as he puts down the piece of paper and a few coins on the bar counter.

He pulls up his hood and closes the door to the tavern behind him. "It may be dawn in a few hours, but for now we have the stars to guide us," says a voice in his mind. "Yes," he says as he walks into the raging storm, his lips moving in the shadows on his face, "for now we have the stars."