Sunbeam Lair ❝merintel tirië nissi, híni i artassen mí tárë oronti,❞

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"That is good, of course,"  the stricken muses, a mere acknowledgment to the inked's testament of survival alone. What she imagines must be thrilling tales of devious endeavors and drastic escapes are, however, dimmed by the quiet that has come to settle over the trio. But it is no matter—  "I hope that you have since found a place to rest your head?"  Either with others, or upon her lonesome; it would do the wanderess some good to find at least a speck of peace in the midst of life's hardships;
"We," halfsight taking in Andromaque,  "are two of a makings within ze Vale, in ze heart of ze Sunspires, if you wish to know. How good it is, to be able to harvest in such a place as this, no?"

Not necessarily promotion; but perhaps it would still be of some benefit to the inkdaubed now in their company?