You pass by the two equine warily. As you approach the next creature, you do so with caution. Looking over his eyes and face, you can tell that he is not like the others. He seems withdrawn, out of place...kind and welcoming all at the same time.

"I am Zeakath," he says. "Watcher of the Kahroo of this land." He stands taller. "And, for that matter, many of the other creatures out here. After all, most need protectors."

He hops over to you. "I am a watcher, as I have said. Abandoned by the first that tried to take me in. Now I am here, in the green of the valley, trying to prevent that from ever happeneing again."

He changes his tune and turns away. "I am sorry to have thrown this upon you, I did not mean to, but I tell others so that they know. This home for the creatures, here in the Wood, is vast and wide. Few have felt what I have felt. Still, far too many have. I must stop it."

Keep to the Path