She sighed as she walked towards the straight path which led to the tent on the hills dell. Vanity was all she saw. Shades of darkness and death, which held her back in Rigil, clouded her mind as to what she had seen the last time. She stopped walking, watching Howard speak to one of the guardians, and grateful for her high sense of clairvoyance, she listened from a distance stealth to their sight.
"Exactly what I'm saying, man with a white hat", uttered Howard while sitting on a bench underneath a shed.
"The name is..... "
"I know the name son. I need you to understand that she's not ours to look after".
"But Howard, she's the only one that can shield the rest from Atë's spell".
"Like I said, she's not ours to look after. And wherever she is, I believe she's safe".
Howard faced forward giving out a deep exhale. "She needs to be found sir".
