'The resemblance is uncanny.' Neveah's wolf thought to her and Neveah nodded in agreement.
"It surely is... this must be Narx's father whom he spoke so fondly of." Neveah said back to her wolf from where she stood a short distance from the portrait, her gaze moving down to the altar.
"Protector of the North..." Neveah read out the words engraved on the altar and it confirmed that this indeed was the very first protector of the North, the Lord of North's End and Menarx's father.
All Menarx had said of his father came back to Neveah's mind.
Neveah lowered her head to a bow, holding her bow in reverence for a moment before she lifted her gaze.
"I am Neveah, we have not been formally introduced... this is not how I planned our first meeting would be..." Neveah murmured with an awkward chuckle.
Neveah knew it was silly, but staring at the altar of Menarx's father, she suddenly felt the need to explain her presence here.
