The Watcher’s Warning
While walking back to their campsite, a figure detached itself from the shadows. “You’re chasing ripples that’ll turn into waves,” the man said, his eyes glinting with unspoken knowledge. He claimed to have seen the figure once, not in the river, but on land, watching from a distance.
His warning was veiled yet clear: some stones in the river were best left unturned. This encounter left them more unsettled than before, their minds grappling with the implications of his cryptic caution.