Haunted Wood nor the spear for its swiftness

whatever hope praimfaya had of finding thade, or at the very least some kind of lead, is snuffed out entirely like the suffocation of a flame as she comes upon the haunted wood. though the scents of the nightwalkers has not yet faded from the place it is clear upon her approach that the borders have been left to neglect and that few — if any — dwell in the ruins of what once was. thus, she does not feel remorse nor hesitation as she crosses the neglected borders and into the once claim of ...well, whatever nightwalkers had been to roangeda. neighbors?

it doesn't matter now.

she feels a weight press against her shoulders as she steps carefully, seeking scents that might be fresher than any of the others. she has utterly nothing useful to tell mahler about his missing son and as it appears at present as she follows the playful peek of dappled sunlight thru the shaded woodland, she cannot even bring mahler the closure of having checked with nightwalkers, as he asked.

so then, praimfaya wonders, where does this leave her aside from being unable to complete her mission.