"I'm glad you told me your perspective on the situation. I won't promise resolution in the matter, the villagers have suffered enough, winter is over, maybe the young lord can do something to alleviate the struggle."
"I doubt it," she whispered, the torch within her grasp flickered, a strong wind ran through the path and into the great openness behind, a lock of hair fell prey and turned to follow the gust, her arms instinctively reached up to calm the already messy hair.
'She's really skinny,' he observed, '-and the garments aren't much to look at, how cold must she feel,' faced the front, '-people do struggle to live, I forgot how much harder it is to live in a world with no technological advancement whatsoever. Draebala, what sort of secret do you hide?' Their promenade stopped shy of the desolately beautiful manor,