The Heartwood Oh, hey mom. I had the craziest dream! I was the unicorn wizard.

The mention of Miraak sends a pang through her; oh, she misses her brother so! She shakes her head, face falling a little. When I went to Blackfeather Woods, the guardian there told me he knew not of anyone named Miraak, Megara responds. He must have moved on from there, gone elsewhere. Or died. But that went without saying.

Her spirits rose again as she thought of the family nearby. But Meldresi's son—your cousin—has assembled a band of Melonii nearby. If you wish to stay. . .

Megara trails off, staring at Malcanthet. She would be the last to force him to do anything. She knows all too well the yearning of a wanderer's heart, and how cruel it is to shackle such souls to one place. But—she does hope that he chooses to remain with her, with the others. He will be such a nice balance to the feral Moath. . .