Symbaroum RPG - Thistle Hold - Wrath of the WardenThey avoided eye contact, both of them focused on the flickering flame that struggled for its life on the table between them. It wouldnt be long before the darkness reigned supreme in their booth at the Salons of Symbaroum. You feel it too, she whispered to her friend and colleague. Admit it. It Its nothing, only the autumn coming. Moist and wind. Darkness Moist, wind, darkness, they are all constant, she tried to explain. Autumn does not come in