Gale considered this a quiet, lonesome evening among the scraggly firs and towering maples of this remote stretch of forest. A brisk wind sapped away whatever warmth remained from the setting sun. It was that time of dusk when the sky was set ablaze, bathing the world in a short-lived fiery glow. As he sat on an old log around the campfire, Gale rubbed his hands together, absently feeling the cold breeze through his robes. He seemed lost in thought.