A New Scent On The Wind – August 1419

It had been quiet for days now.  Patrols returned unbloodied, never having sighted an enemy, and Diamond was certain something new had driven off or gathered the threat that wandered onto the Moor from the northeast.  She had ridden out beyond the bounds and had been ready to turn back, when a whiff of smoke had led her on.  Just beyond the Brandywine, a gray-clad Man bent over a small fire.  The rich pelt of a huge wolf lay near at hand, and the stranger bowed to her, one hand upon his heart, where shone a many-rayed star.