Emberwood ❝ten sí ye tyelma, yéva tyel ar i narqelion❞

Mire and marsh grew tiresome after a while; for as much as he enjoyed the company of the wolves there, drier land seemed a fine reprieve. He wandered, then, across similar wetland, and eventually found himself in—thank God—a forest with solid ground. Pyg strolled through the trees, counting his blessings.

Fairly deep within the forest, he spotted a pale woman whose disfigurements did not become clear until he drew closer. Pygmalion eyed her with some wariness, gaze dancing over the scars both old and new. The mark of a fearsome fighter, those. . .yes?

He did not want to get on this lady's bad side.

What are ye doin'? he asked, guarded, from a short distance, watching her consume the tiny fruits so plentiful here.