Cynhaer

Cynhaer pulled the tattered cloak around him a little tighter while he gazed towards his companion, shivering as he huddled closer to the fire.

He pulled the hood up a little higher on his head while he sat huddled around the fire, looking over to Cynhaer with a grin. "Lucky to find you, traveler. I'd be face down in the scrub of these parts... How did you find me all the way out here?"

Cynhaer smiled and looked to Baralinion and placed a hand on his. "Luck, and by the seven stars. The Lady sent me. Alkawen still moves in these lands but she is far and to the north, in the lands beyond the Vales."

The shattered blade clattered across the floor as the crimson and filth stained hand reached out to try and grasp it. A boot pressed to the wrist as the The Needle Toothed Hunter pressed a knee into Cynraede's chest. 

"I will ask this but once, and you will answer."