Mike washed the bowls after their meal. Renn was lying comfortably on the floor in front of the door while Chad and Drake sat at the table, pondering their next move to complete the quest.
The storm was still raging outside. Thunder rolled across the sky as lightning flashed. The rain pounded the roof as if trying to destroy it. The wind howled through the trees. There was a distant sound of cracking wood as the wind tore trees out of the ground or split them in two. Creaking followed as the torn branches fell to the wet ground. Then the crash as they hit the ground in a tangle of mangled branches.
Renn suddenly whined, distracting Drake from the map. Getting up from his seat, he went to Renn, setting his hand on her large head. "Show me what's wrong, girl," he told her gently.
Images flooded through his mind in torrents of blood and decay. In her mind were scenes of destruction and death. Three men faced him, with their weapons in their hands.
**Renn's Vision**
