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The fallen angel had been given into restlessness once more, and took his chances when venturing from the territory of Uaine. Still, no structure and no order. It agonized him beyond belief. Bhediya had seem to disregard his ponderings — and well, he had once again crowded his insecurties down into the depths of his heart, wherever it may lay.

Rendered cold and with no direction; life had no purpose as of late. 

An outcrop, and then a lair, sunless it seemed, hugging the  mother mountain, a part of it. If his information served him well, the province of Courtfall resided here. It was not long before he saw a woman, scarred to a point where it was beuatiful, she emitted pure regalness. 

Fair lady, out in this cold? Alone? "Excuse my intrusion on your thought m'lady, I am Awol from Uaine Gorsedd. Are you hailing from Courtfall? What absorbs you in so much thought?" he asked suddenly, keeping a safe distance from her, for his late encounter with a wolf of her pelt color had left him with a fight. But he had handled it well and came out the victor, and was not afraid of this beautiful, but possible attacker.