Sleeping Dragon They will never even find what is left of you

The system of Eldfell confuses her and gives her more questions than she originally had but perhaps she can benefit from the woman more than she expected. If there had been some affiliation with this school, then it would be less of a conflict, but perhaps it’s something from this area she simply hadn’t come across. Seageda and Trigeda are farther north. Even if their geography answers some of her questions, she’s still left with a few.

However, it doesn’t sound too far from the way Drageda works, except they mold the wolves in their trades to best fit their own. The assistance of others does little to benefit them but she can be thankful for this gift. Thuringwethil doesn’t think it’ll be too hard for the woman to integrate into Drageda life.

“You will do well here,” she manages to say, realizing they may have had similar teachings and a comfort in that but she’s given a wave of guilt when she thinks of Wildfire. Lying to everyone, including herself, and she’s unsure of the weight that holds her back. Her eyes close for a moment as she walks, taking in a breath and then setting her gaze forward, she asks: “What trade did you master in?”