The Wall devil gonna follow me e'er I go

Editing this one for an ending, since Rökkvi is inactive.

Ruenna's head dipped when he gave his name. It had an unusual structure, giving it an overall foreign sound. Rue was reminded vaguely of the tongue that she had occasionally heard Liri use.  

What did Stigmata look like? Tall, dark, and handsome, of course. Weren't they all? 

"Middle-aged. Black fur, but silvering. With silver eyes." Rue knew it was hardly necessary to describe the man. If Rökkvi came across him, he would know it. Stigmata wasn't one to fade into the background. Ever. 

Rue watched the scout closely, but the description did not appear to spark recognition.

With a nod, Ruenna readied herself to depart. She had long since caught her breath, not to mention steadied her emotions. 

"Stars guide you, Rökkvi. And the Watch." With another final nod, Rue left the scout to his thoughts. She continued along the ridgeline, her pace a maddeningly slow lumber.