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The sun was starting to set and the forest was starting to come alive with the sounds of night. There were many thing Bane did that were predictable. You might see him in one part of the forest and not see him again in that area for months. There was one place he came to constantly though, a place he could not resist returning to as often as possible. His small hot spring hidden deep within the forest. This was a place for relaxation and fun, he would often bring others here with him normally for only one purpose.

The hot spring seems to bubble up in the middle of no where wedged between the thick trees and underbrush. There was a rocky shelf the slid down into the hot spring's pool. Steam lifting from the water's edge was the only inclination that the hot spring was even there.

Bane had arrived later then he had hoped but their had been a slight issues with with the husband of a wife he had managed to slip a poisonous experiment to. He had a nice little slash wound down his stomach but it really didn't bother him much. It wasn't deep so it was just another scratch over his scared skin. Bane set a few candles up being in the mood he was he didn't care if someone spotted the light he just wanted to enjoy is hot spring time.

The druid sighed a bit as he began to strip down to nothing leaving his clothes on a near by tree limb. He slowly lowered himself into the water letting it wash away the blood from his wound. A song from his clan seemed to trickle into his mind. No one was here so it was ok to admit he remembered some of his past. Least a lot more then he liked to admit to knowing.

"Hear the whispers in the mind
see the leaves falling from the trees
winter's not far away now
nature dies of massing cries

The druids of death is chanting
Their charms of ancient magic
To summon the past
As lightning strikes from the cloudless sky
A ring of fire has been drawn
The circle of protection's complete
This ritual has begun
Invocation of the elements is made." Bane sang on in a more whispered and slower tone as though the rest he was fighting to remember. He stopped finally giving a heavy sigh as he reached for the herbs and oils he used to clean himself.