True to his word, Skunky Murk lead the intrepid crew to the town money changer. There they were able to exchange some of their coin for 'Geeze Balls', which actually do happen to be round, odd-looking, monetary things. They geta bag to carry it in, too. What the bag looks like, well can't really be described in polite company.

Tristan looks for the mules that Murk's refering to, and doesn't see any. Then he glances down at his mount.

Hannah pats the Princess comfortingly when Murk refers to her as a 'mule.' She then gives the goblin five of the Greezeballs that she just received from the moneychanger. "For your service today. Please lead on to the palace."

Minstrel Sam eyes the Knightsteeds, who must be seething, then turns his gaze to the toadie. "You sir, are the worst toadie I've ever met! I don't know what kind of toadies you raise around here, but around my parts, a toadie'd be telling us these are the finest mules they'd ever seen, and we'd better stable them so that we won't inspire too much jealousy from the nobles. And we expect a discount for helping you do your job."

Souhait looks puzzled as well. He glances at Peaches. What mules? Tristan dismounts. "We do not have mules with us, sir, so there should be no trouble. Correct?"

"Wut about the mules?" Skunky asks Hannah. To Sam, he points out, "Ya hadn't paid yet! Politeness starts at payment. But five GreezeBalls make everything prettier!" Rolling his eyes briefly, the goblin feels compelled to point to Souhait. Yer pretty mule. He can't go into the palace." The goblin then looks under the knightsteed as if verifying that Souhait is, in fact, male.

Souhait is most definitely not a mule. He looks ready to kick the goblin. Tristan interviews. "These are knightsteeds. Not mules."

Hannah gets a little worried at the mention of 'mane muck,' so she says, "I think just stabling our Knightsteeds will suffice," placing some emphasis on the one word. "No grooming will be required. Not unless you want to get bitten." With this, she grins down at the Princess.

"Still can't go in the palace. No animals allowed," Skunky remarks. He tries to grin ... which only goes to reveal he's missing about half his teeth. "Even if they are the prettiest animals in all the world!" he adds, then casts a glance to Sam as if asking, better?

The old faerie adds, "No mane muck for 'em. Good quality feed, not the kind of slop you'd feed mules. But don't start thinkin' you can scam us by having your friend the stablekeeper bump up his prices and take a cut of what he offers! We have our ways of knowing."

"Cheer up, you'll get to hobnob with royalty in a little while," Sam comforts. "Maybe make some new customers... If you improve your manners! Selling yer services as a toadie starts before ye get paid, if ye want to get paid."

"As you say. I don't believe we need avail ourselves of the stables." Tristan loosens the girth on Souhait's saddle so that the knightsteed can take it off at his leisure, and removes the bridle. Tristan gives a meaningful glance to Hannah and Sam as he says this.

Why don't we get to hobnob? Peaches grumbles to Souhait. "Aren't we royalty too? Ahearn is a king!"

"Roight, well. The stables are this way! I bet I kin get them boarded for free inffin you'll allow the male to stud some of our prize mules," Skunky offers Tristan. "Bet he'd like a little roll in the hey, eh? Who wouldn't?"

The bard whispers to Sir Tristan, "It's not the Knightsteeds I'm worried about, it's the goblins that might try to lift 'em if we just leave 'em standin' about by 'emselves. Anything that's not nailed down is free fer da taking, anything that they can prise up with a crowbar ain't nailed down."

Souhait gives Peaches a look. I don't think I want to hobnob with goblin royalty.

Tristan raises an eyebrow at Sam. "My dear bard, if they can abscond with Souhait, they can steal us."

Minstrel Sam eyes the knightsteeds thoughtfully. "Your will, milady," he says bowing to Hannah.

Hannah dismounts from Peaches as well and follows Tristan's example of loosening the girth on her saddle. To the others, she whispers, "I think Souhait and the Princess will be able to look after themselves well enough if our 'hosts' try to do anything to them in the stables. They're not Knightsteeds for nothing, after all...and it'd be an unlucky soul who came after the Princess with anything more dangerous than a currying comb."

The minstrel translates for Skunky, "Show us to these stables, but no funny stuff! And no funny prices either."

Peaches looks put out, but determined. No goblin is getting into my grooming bag.

"Wut, I can't tell a joke while describing the prices?" Skunk asks Sam then waddles back off into the town. The stables are only a five minute walk. They're not extremely inspiring. Just some basic shelter, a watering trough, and a few bales of thankfully mold free hay. There are some mules present, which Skunky points happily, taking pride in their, er ... exquisite breeding. Honestly, they look dumber than a brain dead toad that was recently stepped on. "Just one Greezeball fer the pair," he tells Hannah as the young stable-goblin waddles up to the gate to let them in.

Tristan is relieved to see that the stables are not notably grotesque or insect-infested.

"I don't want to have to bite the goblins," Peaches informs Souhait, sticking out her tongue. "You'll do it for me if the need arises, won't you Souhait?"

I was planning to kick them, Souhait tells her. And I'll be happy to do so on your behalf, m'lady.

"You think we're made of money?" Minstrel Sam complains. He goes over the conditions of Knightsteed care and feeding with the stable-goblin, making sure that the goblins won't try anything outrageous like trying to feed them muck.

Souhait accepts the token of affection gracefully. He does give Triasta a smug look, though.

Hannah eyes the dumber-than-posts mules with some trepidation and stays silent for the moment, to see if the minstrel's haggling has any effect.

The stable-goblin actually seems personable enough and even takes notes from Sam's lecture. "Right," the young goblin chirps, as he watches the moment of affection between the two Knightsteeds, "I'll look after 'em for you. I'll make sure that the others don't bother 'em since I see she might be near her breeding season. Don' often see affection like that!"

Minstrel Sam nods, "Good plan. Anything happen and you can say goodbye to that Geezeball! Shall I pay the fellow, milady?"

The stablehand opens the gate to see if the knightsteeds will walk in. If not, well, there's rope on the nearby post to use as a lead.

Hannah nods to Sam and gives him a glance that clearly says, As you think best.

Souhait follows Peaches, radiating don't-mess-with-me and watching for problems.

The minstrel grimaces as he has to actually touch the money - but perhaps that's better than having Hannah do it. He hands the Geezeball over with a scowl.

Even with her head help high, Peaches manages to miss stepping in a recently deposited mule-pile. Souhait also fortunately misses it as he follows after her. The stablehand closes the the gate and secures it. Not that the knightsteeds couldn't jump or run though the fence if they wanted to. "Pleasure doing bidnessz witcha!" the young goblin chirps. "You won't regret it!"

"Thank you, sir," Tristan says, a little surprised that he's not regretting it already.

The minstrel grins. "Certainly hope not." He stashes the money bag, taking charge of it so Hannah's generous nature can't get taken further advantage of.

"So," Skunky says and claps his hands, "Palace is this way!" And off he trundles, waving one of the pretty flowers he carries to clear the way.

Hannah notices that Sam tucks their communal money pouch into his belt and gives the minstrel a somewhat embarrassed smile. She also shrugs, as if to say, I told you I wasn't very good at this haggling thing.

Minstrel Sam grins to Hannah, then asks Skunky, curiousity getting the better of him, "Just how is it those flowers clear the way so fast?"

"Dey ugly!" Skunky claims, "No reasonable goblin of any taste would dare go near one!"

"Except exceptional ones like myself that have spent much time building tolerance to them," the goblin adds.

"Commendable and resourceful of you, sir," Tristan remarks to him, with no apparent irony.

"So if they are so ugly and no reasonable goblin would go near them, where do you get them from?" Hannah has to ask. "I can't imagine that they would be grown in a garden here!"

"De shamans use dem in magics," Skunky explains, "Dey a little goofy in the head anyway. Probably from testin' out magic on themselves!"

"I suppose that would make sense," Hannah murmurs. "Although it might be interesting to observe a goblin shaman in action sometime...to add to the knowledge of the Hawks, of course."

The walk up the path to the palace takes another good ten minutes, but at long last Skunky is leading them through the main gates. The first thing that strikes them ... is the smell of corpse flowers. Apparently it's the goblin's flower of choice.

The Palace of Greedle
Carved from the top of the cliff, the outside of the palace is done in bas relief depicting heroic goblin warriors on the left side of the grand entrance, and heroic goblin engineers building the town of Greedle on the right. Mirari-esque pillars and entryways have been carved from the stone as well, leading into the surprisingly well-lit (thanks to skylights and high windows and possible some well-placed mirrors) main hall. The vaulted ceiling is a bit low, but still high by goblin standards. There are even running fountains and planters filled with fragrant corpse flowers along the walls. There are many tables and benches set out, and chairs for the Court, all arranged to face the throne itself.

"Welcome to de palace! Ain't a finer one to be found in the lands, an we owe it all to Prince Feezle," Skunky explains as he waves towards the architecture.

"Indeed." Tristan's had many Months of experience in battles and war; his stomach is a match for the corpse-flowers. Masking his distaste for the smell is rather harder. "How long ago did he build it?" he asks, partly to distract himself and partly because he's genuinely curious.

Despite herself, Hannah looks fairly impressed with the goblin's architecture. "Makes me wish I could draw," she says wistfully. "It'd be nice to sketch some of this artwork for the Hawk's library!"

"It is a wonder, truly," Tristan agrees. "I've some small aptitude with charcoal. Perhaps if there's time later ..."

"He designed it before the last great war with Mirari. Wanted to capture some of the beauty of that land before we took it for the Destroyer," Skunky explains, "Feezle thought the war was stupid, but we were bound to serve the Destroyer's will, so we had no choice, really. Gave us a place to return to when he fell, before all those damned knights slaughtered us. Er, no offence intended, sir."

Hannah steals a glance at the knight and nods. "That would be...useful, thank you. That's a good skill to have. Unfortunately, I was too busy reading and roaming about the woods to pay much attention to my art tutor." Her face colors slightly.

"None taken," Tristan says to the goblin. He adds feelingly, "The Destroyer was a bane to us all; I sorrow for what your people suffered unwilling in his service."

"Ah, each to their own, me dad wanted me to be a knight," Minstrel Sam confesses to Hannah. "Never made it through the physical exam though!"

The fey knight glances at Hannah, and a smile ghosts upons his lips. "Reading and roaming the woods are useful skills in their own right, m'lady."

"He made us bathe," Skunky grumbles with distaste. Ahead they group sees two stumpy goblins, complete with tarnished and bent horns and some semblance of courtly attire. As the group lead by Skunky approaches them, they raise the horns to their lips ... and proceed to absolutely butcher an attempt at a royal announce. It sounds like ducks being strangled.

Tristan winces a little. He can't help it. One too many jarring off-notes in the proceedings. Literally.

Minstrel Sam tries to fake a sympathetic look. "Must have been terrible, him trying to clean up yer act. So Prince Feezle was a big fan of Mirari, eh?"

"Perhaps it all worked out for the best, Sam - just think, we'd have so many fewer silly ballads in the world if you'd become a knight," the girl teases. And at Tristan's compliment, the color in her face sharpens, but she smiles before looking away.

"Yeah, he studied you people a lot. Said we could learn much from you an become a better people," Skunky explains as they pass by the off-key musicians, "Smartest of us all, he was. Good military mind, too."

The minstrel adjusts the painiting on his back, which he's covered with some sackcloth to keep it from being unduly distracting - it tends to slide a little over time. "That explains a few things," he says quietly to Hannah and Sir Tristan.

"His loss must have been a terrible blow," Tristan says in sympathy. "Did he designate Princess Greedle as his heir, or did she come to the throne by other means?"

Up ahead ... there's an odd blob where the thrown would be expected. A blob that looks like it's wearing a blond wig. after a few more steps it becomes apparent the blob isn't a blob at all .. but another goblin. This one is easily as wide and tall and the blond wig that it wears and the oversized white dress and complete with a tiara, is probably to help indicate that it's a girl. "Oooo!" she squeals and clasps together her hands, "You got my message!"

"Hah! He was supposed to marry the princess, but them some louts up and took him," Skunky says as an aside to Tristan. "What sort of cruel people would take a man away from such a beautiful woman?"

Minstrel Sam whispers to Hannah and Sir Tristan, "When it comes to haggling, miss, I'll give a hand, but when it comes to dealin' with nobles, even if it's goblin nobility, I'll leave that in yer hands."

Tristan nods to the goblin toady, then kneels to the princess. Whatever she may look like, she's still royalty. He lets Hannah speak first, however.

Hannah gives the goblin woman a low bow and says politely, "Indeed we did, Princess. I am Lady Hannah, of the Golden Hawks and House November. The knight is Sir Tristan of House April, and this other gentleman is Minstrel Sam, also of the Golden Hawks. We have been sent to your aid by the Lord Explorer."

"Oh, good! For a moment I thought you were the Lord Explorer ... and then that made me wonder how a legend could look so ... young and like a lady," the Princess says in an odd giggle. "Please, stand. This is just wonderful! It really is true you're willing to help others without concern for what they are."

The fey knight rises smoothly, with a nod to the princess. "Thank you, your highness. Of course we are."

"That is very true, Princess. We aid all those who are in need, to the best of our ability," Hannah replies, straightening again.

"Oh, oh, this is just so lovely. We must have a banquet in your honor! Only the very best food for all of you, of course. I'm just sure you can find my darling Feezle!" the Princess says in obvious glee. "I hope your journey was safe and pleasant?"

Well. The minstrel shoots Hannah a warning look at the mention of 'very best food', that is.

Likewise, Tristan darts a quick look to Hannah at the mention of a goblin banquet. He holds his breath to see if she needs help extricating them from that unattractive possibility.

"Hmm hmm," the Princess ponders for a moment, then adds, "And dancers! Yes, you must have dancers. Maybe a magic show. Clowns?"

"The journey was...interesting, your Highness," Hannah says evasively, yet still politely. "And I thank you for the offer of a banquet but I would much rather attend to the business which brought us here, which is the disappearance of Prince Feazle. I am sure you must be very worried about him and I would like to set that worry to rest, if at all possible."

"But, but, we must have a banquet! It's the proper noble thing to do, isn't it?" the Princess frets. "I'm almost sure that is is."

Tristan backs Hannah up. "Usually, your highness, banquets are held in honor of an accomplishment. We have not accomplished your prince's rescue yet."

"But can't we have a pre-success banquet? You don't intend to fail, right?" the Princess asks.

Hannah pretends to think about this for a few moments, then says finally, "Also, I believe if we were royalty ourselves, a banquet might be necessary. As we are not, however, we are free to discuss the Prince's disappearance right away."

"Ye don't want to make it seem like you're happy he's gone," Minstrel Sam says, agreeing with Sir Tristan. "And of course, as something of an experienced cook myself, maybe I could contribute a thing or two to the feast to make it one to remember. After we save yer Prince, 'course."

Somehow, the blobby Princess manages to look disappointed. "Oh ... foo," she complains and sulks for about a minute. "Oh well! My darling Feezle! You must save him. We can't survive without him!"

"Yeah, he's the only one who knows how to work the indoor plumbing," Skunky mutters next to Tristan.

Minstrel Sam silently chalks up another reason not to stay around in the palace.

Hannah schools her features so that she appears all attention. "Then could you please tells us about his disappearance in as much detail as possible? The slightest bit of information might be important, your Highness."

"Well, it was the night before our wedding and he just vanished," the Princess says, sniffling. "We had the dresses ready and even the bog cruise prepared for the next day! When the guards went to get him in the morning for the ceremony, they found his bed empty! And worse ... it was made!" That last bit is accompanied by an expression of horror.

"Er ... does anyone in the palace make beds?" Tristan asks. "Or in the town, for that matter?"

"No! A made bed could have traps hidden in it!" the Princess squeals. She looks at Tristan as if he grew another head.

"And this is not one of the habits of Mirari's folk that the Prince had tried to bring to Greedle, correct?" Tristan verifies.

Hannah tries very, very hard not to grin at this and only barely succeeds. At last, she manages to ask, "And was there anything hidden in it, Princess? Or was there anything else of note in his room when it was searched?"

"He hasn't had visitors in a long time. He's been too busy with some secret he was researching. Outside of our wedding plans, it occupied all his time," the Princess explains as she waves her blobby hands animatedly. "And all we found in his room was some notes ... but no one can read them! And oh, there was this small tuft of white fur, too," she adds and starts looking around herself as if trying to find something. the group can see the lip of a leather satchel sticking out from under a roll of fat.

Hannah glances at Sam and quirks an eyebrow at him, her look clearly saying, My thought exactly.

"Oh, of course! How silly of me," the Princess says as she gets up and waddles forward. As the satchel falls out onto the floor, the group can see she was sitting on a throne. It was just, well, hidden under her girth. "It's this way."

Tristan follows, stooping to retrieve the fallen satchel. "Your highness, I believe you dropped this?"

"Oh! There it is. His notes are inside. I hope you can read them," the Princess admits as she half-waddles, half-rolls out of the room. "Ain't she just the prettiest thing you ever saw?" Skunky asks the others.

"See, that's quality toadying, and she isn't even paying you," Minstrel Sam says approvingly.

"Her features are most remarkable," Tristan agrees. "I have never seen her like." He gingerly investigates the contents of the satchel, still following.

There are a series of notes that look like they're written in normal characters ... but they don't seem to form any reasonable words. It looks rather .... backward. Along with the notes, there are a series of hand drawn maps and even one blank page with a large mat of white fur glued to the page.

Tristan hmms. He tries reading them backwards, then mentally inverting a word, as if it were viewed in a mirror.

Minstrel Sam thinks back to the troll-rabbit they'd encountered. Was it white as well?

"I seem to recall the rabbit we encountered a bit ago was pink," the minstrel whispers to Hannah as they follow the Princess. "Any guess what this white fur is about?"

Trying to imagine one of the words backwards seems to make it read better. Tristan thinks the first sentence says: 'I have finally found it.'

Hannah shakes her head as she follows along behind the Princess. "Not yet," she whispers back. "I don't know enough to make a guess. Perhaps as we find out more..."

Tristan doesn't have too much time to continue interpreting the note as they soon arrive at a door. The Princess unlocks it and swings it open. She then averts her eyes and whimpers, "I cannot bear to look. It is too terrible..." Beyond her is one of the cleanest rooms ever seen, even by fey standards. Everything is dust free. Paintings are beautiful and hang perfectly straight, and the furniture is well made and beautifully carved. And true to the Princess' word, the bed has been made. So well, in fact, a coin could be bounced upon it. Wow, even the windows are clean.

Hannah nicks the page containing the white fur from Tristan as he reads over the Prince's notes. As she looks at it and feels it, she shakes her head again. "Hmm, I can't really tell much about the creature this came from. Large, probably, and a cold-weather beast, but that's about all."

Tristan glances around the room, and frowns for a moment. "Your highness, other than being cleaned and the bed made, is the room as you recall it?"

Speaking of windows, Hannah steps into the room and heads in their direction. She looks all around them, at the shutters, panes, and sill, to see if there are any tell-tale marks upon anything.

The princess sniffles. "We haven't touched it. It was just too terrible to bear!"

Hannah is learning. As she runs her hands along the frame of the window, her fingers brush over something on the underside of the sill. A deep gouge, as if something had caught and dug into the wood.

The fey knight sits at the desk and digs out a pencil to copy over the notes forwards, to make them easier to read.

Hannah hmms and brushes her fingertips over the gouge in the windowsill. She then tries to open the window so she can look out of it - particularly at the wall directly underneath the window and the ground below.

The notes go: "At long last, all the clues have pieced together. It's amazing to remember that all this began with the locket fragment I for as long as I can remember. A simple bauble, hardly with note. But ... the few letters written on the back inspired me to learn more. And more I did. I learned how to read, write, and most importantly think. I've done so much to bring my people forward, to show them there is more to life ... and yet I still find myself wanting. I want to know where this simple piece came from. I want to know why I had it. Well, I finally found where it came from; who would have lieveved the answer was one page fifty three of the 'Great Historie of the Wildes?'. There in the drawings, I saw the owner of the locket. There I learned where it came from. And there I learned what I must yet do."

The Window is easy to open and the hinges don't even squeak. As Hannah leans outside, she can see the mossy growth on the wall ... and something more, slight intentions in the moss at regular intervals.

Tristan looks grave and thoughtful. He asks the princess, "Do you have a book titled "Great History of the Wilds" at the palace?"

Hannah nods to herself and closes the window. "Inside job, indeed," she murmurs to herself. She then looks curiously at Tristan when he asks his question.

The Princess stares at Tristan. "I don't know," she admits. "Feezle kept the library on order and stocked it."

"I see. Might we see the library?" Now that Hannah's done inspecting the sill, he shifts position to show her the 'decoded' version of the notes.

Hannah stands at Tristan's shoulder and peers at his writing. Her eyebrows lift and she nods quickly in agreement with his request.

Minstrel Sam gets up from whree he'd been inspecting the underside of the bed in case something'd been hidden there. "Yer Highness, would ye call Prince Feezle the sort of fellow who liked his life to be well ordered?" he asks. "A place for everything and everything in its place?"

"You may. No one has gone in there anyway since he disappeared," the Princess answers and nods. Wow, when she nods she develops twenty-three chins. To Sam (who didn't even find a dust bunny under the bed), she again nods, saying, "It was a repulsive quirk of his, but we learned to tolerate it. Without him we're nothing."

"Dey say that the really Great Minds are all a bit exoterentric," Skunky whispers respectfully.

"Then please lead the way to the library, if you don't mind, your Highness?" Hannah asks.

The minstrel examines the notes. His eyebrows go up, but he hands them back to Sir Tristan. "This is going to be interesting," he says to Hannah.

"This way!" the Princess says and waddles along the halls. It's only a minute or so before she guides them into the library ... so Feezle must have liked to remain close to all his books.

The Palace Library
Carved from stone like the rest of the castle, the library has many skylights and lanterns for light, and shelf-walls running its long length. Only the first shelf has been filled, and as yet there is only one reading desk and chair, along with a sign that reads 'Do Not Eat The Books Please' attached to the entry arch. A quick inspection might reveal that many of the books, such as 'How To Farm Bogs', are written by the same author: Prince Feezle.

With only one shelf filled, it shouldn't take Tristan long to see if the book the note mentioned is here.

"Dis would be a great room for mud-worm racing," Skunky notes, nodding with approval at it all.

The second book on the shelf is, in fact, "The Great Historie of the Wildes'. It's got to be at least a thousand pages long. And a bit heavy.

Hannah examines the sign and her lips twitch in response. I didn't know this was a problem in goblin society, she thinks to herself, before walking over to the shelves to see if Tristan has located the book.

Sam tries a different tack. "So Prince Feezle's quite an author, eh, Your Highness? Did he have friends who liked books too? Or how'd he get more books in?"

Tristan puts the book on the empty shelf below to brace it, and opens it to page 153.

"They were gifts from people who .... uhm, were nice enough to give us books?" the Princess explains as she seems to admire the ceiling.

"Any particular ones the Prince spent much time with before he vanished?" asks the Minstrel.

When Tristan reaches the page, he finds himself looking over a full page color picture of a young, rakish woman with ruddy hair. Her left put is perched on a stump and she leans over, resting her left elbow upon her knee. Her head is turned as if she's looking out at the reader and her expression is ... predatory. A smile that seems to reveal that she may see others for how the may benefit her, and her alone. Around her neck dangles a locket; probably the one mentioned in Feezle's notes. The picture seems all too familiar to Hannah, in fact. And her fears are confirmed when she reads the title written in script along the bottom: 'Elyisa, the Great Bandit Queen, as She Sizes Her Prey'.

Hannah simply stares at the picture for a few moments in silence. Then she mutters under her breath, "Hell. More old foes come home to roost."

Tristan glances through the preceeding and following pages, to see if the associated article explains where the author thought Elyisa would be found.

Minstrel Sam catches sight of the picture - give the artist credit, that's quite an arresting likeness. "Hello," he says, though it's not a greeting. "This grows more interesting by the minute."

The details that follow mainly go into how ruthless she was and low long her reign of terror lasted before she simply disappeared. Rumors abound that her fall was due to the actions of a certain Thomas, but he always denied any official involvement in it, stating, "She must have finally had to answer for her crimes. Other than that, I begin to guess what happened.". The book then goes into stories about how her supposedly vast treasures were never recovered and various theories of where the Bandit Queen may have hidden it.

Tristan's frown deepens. "Something in this picture, or the article, gave the prince an idea. But I cannot tell what," he murmurs to Hannah. He's not paying a lot of attention to Skunky, neither making sure that he can see or that he can't.

The fey knight digs back through the original notes, to look at the hand-drawn maps that accompanied them. His ears are pricked to listen to Skunky, and the remark breaks through his concentration to make him smile.

"Eh? It's a woman?" Skunky asks, scratching his head. "It's a picture. You mean.. pictures are of stuff?"

Hannah looks at the knight for a moment, then at the floor for a moment, before her gaze wanders to the books again. "I was with Thomas when he faced the Bandit Queen the very last time I know of," she says softly. "She had become a witch then but was redeemed by the power of the Grail. Once reformed, she slipped into the Wild Lands to seek her fortune again. I can only hope that she did so in an honorable way. Perhaps the time has come to find out."