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Burgweard |In a forest that was ancient in itself, the Tree was a relic. A leftover of a time before the geat forests were felled. Before the Forgoil, when the Sea-Kings came from the West and felled the forests of the clans for their great fleets. This tree had likely seen their axes take down it's companions. The legend had it one of Wulf's ancestors died here, holding a great enemy at bay.

Haeneth |It was no surprise she was up at this late hour. It was a usual sight—Haeneth sitting on the floor by the fire, not even bothering for the comfort of the hide rug. She didn't look up from the task over which she was hunched. She would never mistake the sound of his footsteps.