Needs to eat

Three hundred years later, Jodah sat among the scrub oaks of the Ohran Ridge, watching the cottage of his quarry.

He had been drawn here by the feeling of power, as he always was, much as a moth was drawn to a flame. But unlike a moth, he had the wisdom to remain at a distance until he knew what he was dealing with.

Jodah had found a convenient campsite and sat down, living for several days on jerky and water, watching the inhabitants of the small shack perched on the mountainside, where the power lay. He cast a few divinations and ascertained that his quarry was the one he suspected.

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The Shattered Alliance, Chapter 19