Stuck On Level 1

The Spirit listened as Wyndelin spoke, heart sinking. So, he had been part of Lirim after all. Maybe he knew what had happened?

However, at his next words, ice threaded her veins, settled in her eyes. Her features remained calm, but those eyes held a feral, frigid glint as she remarked, “I had noticed his scent, and that Derecho’s and whom I’m guessing must be their son and other children scent was with him, but I gave them room. They were in the Estuary south of us, but he never approached me. I figured whatever had occurred, they’d like time to themselves… and then they were gone. Last I saw Torin we were talking about planning raids between Lirim and Valhalla for practice.”

Who was Recluse? Did she still have Lirim? It was times like these where having the Shadow Circle filled and in action would have been incredibly useful.

Her eyes turned away, scanning the valley as she drew in a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, the plume of mist from her breath floating away and she gently leashed the frigid rage and pulled it back into its corner. There would be a time to use it, but first, information was key. She would find that bitch eventually, but first, she needed to find out more, learn what connections there were, and where she was.

Finally, she turned back to Wyndelin, studying him as she asked, “Will you be alright? Valhalla’s hearth is open if you want to stay somewhere for a little while. You don’t have to join if you don’t want to, but we’d welcome you in our hunts if you like.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think