It was a glorious day with the sun beating down happily upon the land. The plants were green and thriving, there was hardly a cloud in the sky. Still, a grumble could be heard. Rahab wasn't one for sunshine and nature, yet there he was out in the sun, tangled in the vines that drooped from the tree boughs. He heaved another sigh as he wrenched his arm out of the knot, freeing himself. He shook his head angrily. Why was he out here again? He'd run into an Angelique by the name of Askala. Deaf and mute by all accounts, she had managed with her dreamstate abilities to convey to the angelic that he should seek out her twin, an angelic named Baraka. Normally Rahab would have flatly refused, but the Angelique had in no uncertain terms been promised a most horrible fate if the brother was not found. He was told the fool had wandered into the temple of squirrels, which was intriguing enough. And so, Rahab, having little choice, agreed to search.
But why the hell did it have to be so bright? He growled as he tripped over a root that was raised above the ground several inches. "This rotten, forsaken spit of land..." He continued his rambling as he made his way closer to the temple.
