Kendril bent down next to the pile of ashes. He fingered some of the residue with his gloved hand. The flakes of gray stood out against his black gauntlet. “Seems fresh.”Marley stood a respectful distance away, his shoulders huddled against the brisk wind. He clutched a musket in his hands, and kept casting nervous glances at the tall standing stones that stood in a ragged circle around the overgrown hill top. Kendril stood and wiped his hand on his trousers. “Keep an eye out, Marley.”The sailor shivered, the wind tearing at his clothes. “Begging your pardon, Mr. Kendril, but we shouldn’t be here.” He looked over at one of the tall menhirs that stood just a few feet away from him. “This is cursed ground, it is. Old, and evil.” He made the sign against evil across his chest.Kendril gave a heavy sigh. He stepped over to a large stone set in the ground, and examined the burnt remains on top of it. Tomas came out from behind one of the stones, as softly and silently as an evening shadow.
