When Rohan was not searching for the tree with leaves of glass, he was studying the books his uncle had given him that had even the vaguest mentions of the Aeturnals or Death Mages. Today was no exception.

The rain from the day before had continued on all night and into the morning. The showers had mostly petered out by early afternoon, but the ground under the trees in the Lupine Woods was saturated with poison and therefore unsafe. So there would be no searching today for the tree. Rohan buried himself in studying the past instead.