Blackfeather Woods But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

Yes, Ramsay said with a quiet chuckle. They were meant to ward off enemies, but I think they served better to create enemies. We have no need of them. He wondered who had originally conceived the barbaric practice of littering the borders with bones and corpses. The only progenitor of Blackfeather Woods that Ramsay was familiar with was Meldresi, and he thought a dark priestess was probably smarter than that. But maybe the stories about her greatness were just that: stories. Maybe she was flawed too.

The pleasure is mine, he returned, and then turned back to the woods. If she was someone new he might have offered his time to help them look around the place, but he thought that would be wasted on a former member. Besides, he had a border to return to marking. I imagine you know your way around, but if you have need of me or my sister, you need only call. Welcome home.