[Esgallhugwen]

They had won, after binding their prisoner, she retrieved the white wolf cub, Nimrómen, from the safety of a hollowed dead trunk of a tree. Eswen smoothed his fur back and headed towards the gathered members of their camp.

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Esgallhugwen was one of the last to come from the mist to the borders of Fornost's ruins, her sable green cloak rippled and spread out in the cold air. Lira was on one side, the blind prisoner on the other spitting and cursing.

"This is a dark place." As she listened to Uien's whispered words, her face paled. "Very dark. We should not linger here long." She slid off the back of Morsereg and knelt by Uien's side, the stones moaned and sighed in Esgallhugwen's ears but she was able to resist the darkness of their tales, their whisperings.

Falco eyed her with distrust and caution taking a step back with arms folded. She pulled back her hood truthfully revealing a sorrowful Elf not a Dark Queen, 'get her off that stone and on the ground, a horse would be better, but not yet. The dark memories of this place are coursing through her, she cannot withstand them in her weakened state'.

Esgallhugwen warmly assured Falowik that Uien will recover, she read from both their faces what had befallen them, Uien had killed. She had killed for love.