The Heartwood There is no end, only a new beginning.

the missionary listens with intent as einn speaks, ears flicking every so often as to better catch his words. though they had been told two different tales, the faithman would be naive to think that the moonlady was not one to present herself in many ways ; she had a plentiful amount of lovers amongst the stars, and there was no doubt that hel had once been one of them. he gave a low nod of his head as the words came to an end.

it is best, came his finale, an echo of what einn had said previously. now, he would guide the lost man, as moonlady did with the deceased, towards the forest, where the king would surely see the same potential ; a flame that must be fanned.

fade !!