At the base of Guru Mountain.
Elder Rostellum was somewhat ill at ease.
It had been a long time since he had felt such unrest. The last time was many years ago when a cartload of gold had slipped away from him, tearing him between tears and rage. Although he had discovered the gold, as a Politician, he had no choice but to surrender it. As he watched the golden treasure slip away, he felt a pang of panic. At that moment, he was unsettled, as if something precious had been lost, causing him to lose his appetite and sleep.
However, this time was drastically different. Elder Rostellum hadn't discovered any gleaming treasure, nor had he lost any gold or copper coins. This time, his unease was entirely due to the current weather.
