The following day, I couldn't sit still. I kept looking over my shoulder, jumping at every shadow. Every time R'lissea called me, or Elise asked me for some advice on a spell, I couldn't help but examine their soul closely, making sure it wasn't really Jessia in disguise. She had to have been waiting on purpose, dragging the day out as long as possible.
When dusk streaked the sky, I'd nearly given up, exhausted from the constant jolts of stress and adrenaline. I sat in front of the tent, waiting for the first star to appear. It had become something of a habit, a time to relax and reflect. Normally, I pondered my fate and the path I'd chosen, yet today my mind was on Jessia.
Just what had she meant by her little 'hint' before? Had she been referring to the teleportation ring? She was never one to fiddle with anything except her dagger, so it wasn't likely to be a coincidence.
