Deepwood Weald The Mines Of Moira

The voice calls out to him, and this time he understands the words. A woman, then — older, by her voice. He pushes forward through the mist until she comes into view, immediately identifying her as one of Midar's family. They really all look the same, don't they? Hello, He says softly, dipping his head as he comes to a halt several feet from her. My name is Alarian. Am I disturbing you? The woman has the look of one aged beyond her time, as if worn thin by life too early on; he thinks he can understand the feeling, and knows all too well what it is to desire solitude.