Dawnlark Plains When I look Into Your Eyes

"Adlartok - that is a very original name," Dwin praised, meaning every word. It was not as musical as the ones common in Brecheliant, it had some solid and rough edge quality about it, but at the same time - now that the man had given is name, she could not imagine him having any other. 

"I am from Brecheliant - all the way there," she beckoned in the direction of, where she thought her home was, but quite honestly by this point she no longer knew the right direction. Her path led forward only and if fate would have it that forward would one day make a full circle and she would be back at the caldera.

"What does Hildibrandr boast with? So far I have met a pack, who has two gods and a leader, who can talk to the dead. Three aliens. A pack, where they have seen huge ocean monster and eat crabs. A-a-a-and a wolf made of sunlight," she listed all the interesting encounters along the way.

"What do you have? Bear-warlords? Sacred trees? Stream of eternal youth?"