the dramacomedy continues

The wind howled outside, but could not reach the haven where Tancamir and Luthelian were camped inside the ruins. It was a night not for rest, but reflection, he thought with a grimace. He had always hated the sound of wind howling in the high passes. Too eerily similar to the howl of wargs in the night, or the wails of unnamed horrors lurking beyond the iron hills of Angmar.