Glimmering rays of the full moon shone upon a small knoll. The tall mounds of wood and leaves, around Shamus, danced in the harsh icy wind as snow began to fall. The burble of a nearby creek echoed throughout the grassland, and a fire crackled and hissed just above Shamus. The old wizard dismounted and tucked his magical staff into a pouch on the side of Shamus' saddle. He relieved himself of his footwear before tucking himself into the short dry grass of the hillside and propping his feet up by the fire. With a pipe in hand and his brim tucked over his wrinkled face, the wizard dozed off into a deep sleep. The growl of his snores kept Shamus awake, though Shamus had no sleep to waste. There was a long and arduous journey ahead of him.

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