Dunland

Khyus, the visiting prince from the Caru-lûth, questions the Angmarin Muirne about the expectations of marriage between the Trév Gállorg and the Dunlendings.

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.

Returned from patrol, Gryffudd meets his sister and old friend and hear their council regarding new, troubling rumors. 

Danhadlen allows herself a small smile as she approaches Gryffudd. "Gracing us with your presence, old man?"

Not long before the last known records of Gwathrian's passage she was travelling through Dunland, the land of the Wildmen. She was calm and moved slowly through Pren Gwydh then towards the Gravenwood when the nightfall forced her to stay on the border of the forest. She heard the rustling in the bushes nearby and readied her weapon to defend herself. Soon, she threw herself towards the source of the rustling to land a disarming blow on a black, hooded figure armed with two knives. All she have seen from under his hood were his icy blue eyes. Rest remained in the darkness.