A Literal Translation
Rahg peered out the window into the darkness; sleep would not stay with him and the moon had a while to go before it ceded to the sun. He felt anxious about the trip, had mixed feelings; the prospect of seeing the Blackthorn Forest and the Lorns excited him, but he was in no hurry to discover the meaning of the letter, although, if nothing else, it would relieve the tension he felt from the rest of the party.
No one had said anything, but he noticed subtle differences in the way they treated him. Only Camissa seemed the same, and Darstan of course. He heard footsteps in the hall just before the door opened.
"Prepare for leaving," Rhaven said.
Rhaven seldom put more than two sentences together. He hung onto words like Gregor did gold. Not like Tobias, Rahg thought,
