Blacktail Deer Plateau To be a poet is a condition...

"I do not exist to them, though I suspect that if I happen to be near the borders, I might have bounty on my head," Wraen replied with that carefree humour of hers. Now she could see the funny side of the otherwise grim events. "But don't worry, I won't wander near their claim. I can't promise thought that I won't run into any of your relatives on neutral grounds," she added, remembering an episode she had not told Arthur about. 

"In fact, I think I met one of your brothers, when we were still settled on the shores. He did not give his name, but he did ask about you. Said that you never had a chance to say goodbye to each other," she told. "And... he had black fur, quite young though, and not much anything else that distinguished him from the rest of Ostregas," she said. "I am sorry I did not tell you this earlier. Somehow it had escaped my memory."