The moon and stars were rare that night.
There was no moonlight in the valley since the towering black pine trees hid all moonlight and starlight, resulting in a deadly silence throughout the valley.
Issac had just laid down in a tiny tent that had been specifically set up for him and was going to retire for the night. "Mr. Issac, are you asleep?" said Fera from outside the tent.
"Not yet!"
"How about coming out and talking?"
Issac emerged from the tent to find Fera, Golda, and Killan all present. The three of them pointed to the camp's perimeter. Issac recognised them and followed them to the camp's far corner.
"Mr. Issac, you seem to have come into the mountain to discover the silk of the human wheaten spider?" Golda asked, as the four of them squatted down and nestled behind the grass.