She felt a growing sense of dread the further south they traveled. It was a feeling she came to recognize as a threat at the outer edges of her yar's ability to reach. In the distance, she could feel a person's yar that was wildly out of control. It twisted and turned haphazardly, like that of a madman’s. Through all of the confusion that emanated from the strange yar, there was something very familiar about it. Jesha looked up at her more and more frequently during the last hour, sensing her uncertainty. Morindessa was surprised at how well Jesha could sense with her yar, growing up outside of a Zeran village. She must have learned much of it while she was very young. Raising her hand, Morindessa called a halt and pulled a small wooden box out of her saddlebags. She slid the top off which revealed two rows of small glass vials filled with colored liquids. Pulling out the clear one labeled Spirit’s Bane, she unscrewed the top and let one drop fall on her tongue. "Put a drop of this on your tongue,”
