I'll repeat it, and I'll keep saying it until you listen. Nightmouth, the Manuari and even Earth's Grand Council know where you live. Nothing but pain and heartache await you there.
It just feels like something wants me to go back.
You must know by now that the Brockwing Vale you remember will be long gone, especially if Gil happened to revisit.
It doesn't matter; I've got to go, Gwenvere. I owe it to my people.
Hilgarda looked at me as though I'd gone mad; I was talking to myself yet again. 'Who's Gwenvere?'
I went pale, realising I must have said her name out loud.
Now's not the time to tell her, Jake.
I hated when she'd do that; she could implant thoughts and control my movements whenever she liked. She hadn't stopped me from insisting we travel to Brockwing Vale, though, which likely meant she secretly wanted me to go there. I wish I knew what she was thinking.
