With the fire warming them, casting their silhouettes against the logs of the cabin, the five convened as Draugenford opened, "We are here assembled to the purpose of birthing an almanac, that Yorkester henceforth should not be partaker of nature's ferocity, but thrive in wisdom and presage. The design before us has daunted our predecessors, as indeed forecasting the elements is as the forecasting of the elements." The sage rose, "Indeed. In this physic we need permanence. That path is as a wind from the center of earth pining for a puppet of flesh. It is not to ever-evolving science that we must turn, but to the divine to spoil our spoiler." At that the fire blazed with a sweet propulsion into the collective.
The spirit of fellowship fell upon them as the priest confessed, "We all felt drawn to unite here, yea physically prepared for, in perpendicular purpose for this small humanity." The sage responded, "A golden nudge it would seem."
Next: The meeting continues