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by doctorx » Tue Mar 10, 2015 8:47 pm
Faeraidel
Faeraidel kneels long by her sister's grave, head bowed, eyes closed, her lips moving as she softly sings a hauntingly beautiful elven lament for the dead.
At length, her song ended, she takes a few blades of grass from the grave, presses them to her lips, then scatters them to the wind.
Apparently satisfied, she stands.
"There are matters I must attend to here," she says, her practical tone in stark contrast to her red-rimmed, haunted eyes; "I must find the rest of the elven company dispatched to this accursed place; I must needs have words with their commander.
Once that is done, I would repay you for the service you have done my sister. You seek one responsible for the attacks upon the settlements of Men? So be it; my sword is yours if you will have it.
I only hope he is not to be found within Tor-Xonor," she adds with a barely perceptible shudder; "Achrim's shadow lies heavy upon this place, and it poisons the hearts of others. I would be gone from here with all the haste I may."
Her blue eyes glitter dangerously.
"I have business in Tethoril of the Trees."