Northstar Vale The woods are lovely, dark, and deep

apologies for short response.

An ache in her right leg, brushing it lightly on the ground; the grass was gone, leaving an empty earth, warmed occasionally by the dark paws of wolves. “The Weald could never match in beauty,” and it was true; those trees where mysterious and the fog offered an eerie feeling, but the vale was simply something else.  
 
“Nice to meet you Dagwood,” the woman returned his smile. It felt good to meet another who shared her views of the world. But she was curious, “How long have you been with the Court?” she had never met him before, nor heard of him. So there she was, questioning.