Stepping outside the wooden gates, the Faendryl woman pauses. She adjusts the weapons at her side and pulls out a creased map. Looking to the north, she takes out a thick coat from her pack and wraps it about her waist.

“I suppose I will need this before long if the tales are true,” she says to herself. “I can only hope I do not spend my time in that cold waste of a town tripping over small, annoying creatures.”

Walking up the trail, she continue muttering to herself. “So many have forgotten the ways of our House. They have forgotten how to be Faendryl. Yet, perhaps there are one or two who are still true to the Patriarch and have the skill.”

Suddenly shivering, the woman unties her coat and slides it over her arms and back. Pulling up the hood, she conceals her face and trudges on north.


~ Valyrka ~
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