Mablyn had paced her bedroom and the night breeze had blown heavily down her face through the window. Her eyes had stared at the ground and she had felt sick inside, it was a feeling she had not been troubled with for so long. Regret...
It nawed at her like a warg, devouring it's prey.
She never had the time for regret.
Not until she grew older and she was alone in a quiet place such as this.
She had wondered if she could have done better with her life.
All the people she had beaten and killed.
Everyone came to mind.
During the years she was separated from her beloved, there had remained a story left untold.
She was a bandit in chetwood a ruthless one at that.
But only because she had known, that if she did not do as was ordered abuse would come to her and if she had refused to kill a traveler that was often the case.
Mablyn Hawkwing a woman of questionable morals.
