Falls of the Hinterlands the old dream comes again to me

“Ah, of course.” the ivory female cleared her throat, prepeared to tell more about her homeland; but it if it was true, or not, remained to be seen. She was sure wraen had no knowledge of it, and maybe the name was not so inspired. But who was she to judge?

“It is a pack in the far south located on a high peak, led by a king, ‘king of the mountain’ as he liked to call himself,” aneira was not fond of the late king, and had mixed feelings about his death. “with time, this king grew mad. In a successful attempt, his second in command killed him, and took over the mountain. He renamed it ‘cleardawn’.” Sudden silence.

the ivory female sighed, azure gaze turned away from wraen. “There is no one around here that has any knowledge of me before i came here,” eyes met wraen once more, with a sudden irritated expression, “and i’m positive about this.”