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Since he done Skunkwood and his cronies in, Tarnon found himself very busy. The hunt for brigands continued, because the flame of vengeance was still burning hot.
Thanks to having to cross Helcaraxe so long ago, Aurthiel despises the cold. All the way up to the Third Age the sight of snow or the feelings of chilly weather leave a foul taste in her mouth... When forced into winter environments, she bundles up as much as she can, but to no avail. She still feels the cold. And she hates it.
Looking up at the beautiful sky, she could almost see Owena looking down at her...her eyes sparkling joyfully like the stars, as they always did. It filled up only the tiniest piece of her empty heart.
Of all the people to be stuck with on such a journey...why did it have to be him? Poor Lissi was so lonely, and frustrated! He was very good at being infuriating to her. Why could no one else be there to keep her company...decent company?