Settled upon a boulder in the ruins of Gwingris, Lothelian gazed quietly at the stars above. The night was still, as most were resting, and she could see the embers of the evening's fire glowing softly in the distance. She shuffled around on the rock as she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. It was Annúngil, and she turned to him, face brightening.
"The others went to look for some shelter to spend the night?" he asked.






