The Sunspire Act One, Melodrama

Although Muirrin was still wary of the hysterical creature she was currently met with, she found a curiosity growing in her heart—for the ambitious Blackthorn was a wolf that could be won with a good story told, and the stranger was proving to be quite talented (if not a bit over the top). Despite her initial wariness of the situation (and to be sure, it still existed somewhere within the agouti female's mind), Muirrin found herself quite enraptured by the other woman's tale—that is, once she finally began. Still, the question the mountain-dweller had asked of the other was not answered when the bard (as Muirrin was beginning to think of her as) fell silent.

"I am sorry for your losses," the woman told the other with sincerity; to lose a mate and children in one fell swoop (as was implied) was a grievous event indeed. It seemed to Muirrin that asking bluntly how Fate had taken them from the woman would only invite more hysterics and unintelligible words, so she ventured with, "What was your brave knight protecting you from?" This, at least, would encourage more of the story to come forth (at least, this was her hope) and might even clue her in on what danger might be afoot.