Dunland

Muirne paints a spell over Khyus as he prepares for the Night Raid in

Each day was like the one before. Strangely comfortable, as if she had lived amongst the Eryr-lûth all her life. Every night was like the one before. Uncomfortably strange, because every night she remembered that this was not her home, her tribe, would never be; that she was lost.

Danhadlen, Gryffudd, Khyus, and

There were fires burning in the distance, somewhere in the east. From the guard-post outside the stockade of Tros Hynt, Cerrynt couldn't tell how large, or how far, they were. That one might be a small campfire from some hunter of the Eryr-lûth nearby roasting a grouse, or it might be the burning ruins of some huge forgoil farm from which brave cymry were currently stealing horses. She had no way to know. She could only stare into the distance until her eyes swam and all points seemed as near as all others, fretting about the raid she was supposed to be part of, but was missing.

((A summary of the last year in West Rohan, and the events leading up to it. Get ready for links!))

Haeneth, whilst hunting for clues to the disappearances in Dunland, is visited by Agamaran, to share his duty.

Canwr, Cerrynt, Danhadlen, Gryffudd,