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*Five years ago*

Baby-season slows and my pack is lighter. The mothers and their newborns have exhausted most of my herbs and simples. I like the new life coming into the world bringing a wriggling, slippery hope. Yet  there comes a time, when my work is done, that I long to turn my back on the crowded little town, its noises and squabbles and pervading smell.

Filrean had set up camp for the night, amongst a few trees on an outcrop set above the campsite of the elves below at Eavespires.  Her fire was built and a small area set out for sleeping beside her sword, bow and quiver of arrows, she kept her hunting dagger at her side as always.  As she settled down into a comfortable seating position she watched a boat moving across the water, two passengers both in hooded cloaks, she was not going to sleep yet.

Summat important must be in this fornost place. Now yer would expect that a dead city - full of bone-men, corpse-walkers and shadow-men wouldn't be full of live 'uns like me an' Gyth an' Bawde. But ...