King Elk Forest Who is the lamb and who is the knife.

She paused for a moment, her eyes glancing around in a thought. They had the devouts, the obvious hunters and warriors, the star-lover, the singer and healer, "I suppose, we do not have a storyteller or historian." Célnes fire-lit eyes went back onto the mix-pelted cousin and said so. They had quite an assortment of characters she believed so, but there was always departments lacking.

"In the end, it is up to you."

"But welcome home, to Kingslend."