The night air outside the scholar’s archive in Duillond was cool and the starshine glimmered down upon the worn stone pavers. Parnard stared at the stars. He had already changed into his red dressing-gown lined with white satin, worn over his sword belt. The scabbard of Steel-Thorn, having nowhere to go, flared straight backward from the slitted vent of the gown like a metallic tail, and added a careless swagger to his ensemble.
'When teams of defenders were assembled, Beannaithe were paired with an old Dwarf. Beannaithe had a fondness for old Dwarves, for reasons that ye know well, so the pairin' suited her just fine.'
River-maidens of the Stoneland: Roamingstar and Grey-eye
Me grandkids and I once again gathered around the hearth for story time. What would befall Beannaithe durin' her adventures in the Stone-land? Me grandkids were soon to find out...