Hideaway Strath held him down, broke his neck

A forest that was once blessed the the Déorwine’s presence was now overrun with unholy creatures.

First comes a woman draped in white. She reminded Cenric of the witch that once roamed their kingdom, only she was much larger. An unholy beast, he thought. He had to swallow down his bile and smile.

The Saints. He’s heard the name before, but he couldn’t quite remember where at that moment. Rather than ponder silently, he answered her questions. Greetings Nyra. I am Cenric Déorwine. I’ve come to greet you all. You see-

He’s cut off by a familiar face. It was then when he realized where he had heard of the Saints.

Donovan, he greeted with a smile. Unlike him, he could never forget a name, especially one belonging to such a peculiar man. They’d spoken briefly  about his missing brother before. Speaking of which...

Ah, we have, thanks for asking. He’s safe with us now. But that wasn’t why he came. I didn’t know your lot was staying in these woods. I swear it’d been uninhabited the month prior.