*** A chill passes in the wind as the evergreens rustle melodically in the mountain wind. Shadows pass between the boughs bathed in flickering orange light from the bonfire in the distance. You came here to this party at your friends urging but you found the constant roar of young partiers, the pulse of the music, and crackle of the fire too much for you so you retreated away into the trees, the sounds fading to a gentle hum of activity. A low female voice calls to you from atop a stump to your...