The Bracken Woods There will come a poet,

It wasn't ideal, to group within those they don't know.  She knew one way or another, even if he disliked the very idea, Cenric would agree. She always saw her brother as a calm man, who knew logic over much of the bias that came with their name. Freo, however, was a ball of fire despite the doe-like features she carried.

Célnes could only shake her head with a calm smile, "In a few days."

with that, their decision was final.