"Indeed I am dear boy. You must be Mattius. I see your troubled brow. Do not be concerned. I know who you are and what task you have set your heart upon." The wizard turned to the womenfolk who huddled against the icey wind. "I know who you are too singer to the stars and her companion. My fellow traveller will introduce herself to you in time. I fear she trusts you little." He spoke the truth for as he spoke she hid behind her stallion, eying the group with caution from behind his head, the wind blowing his mane about her and providing an extra cover. Mattius gave a sharp bow of his head in greeting but the frozen and exhausted ones merely stared at the brown clad old man mocked by flurries of flakes. "Lead us on Mattius. This is too open a place for the exhausted to rest."
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Auriel
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