Aurthiel opened the door to her forge and workshop. It was dark, gloomy, and had all kinds of clutter, supplies, and half finished projects lying around. She passed the cooling pool, her finished lantern, and collection of raw white crystals. She approached the shop, the forges and work bench. Above the forges, a map of Eregion hung on the wall in valiant display. Oh, Eregion...

How do you do it?

That's a question I've wanted to ask a lot of people. Grams, Lif, Addie, Xan, Eduwiges, Miss Gwyn, even Neth. But that one question seems to sprout a whole field of other questions.

"Mythrenniel, you are my friend, yes?"

"What? Of course! What makes you-"

Lynn stood over the girl spoon-feeding the girl some soup. She still had not woken from her state of unconscious, and she was becoming increasingly worried. The girl’s breathing had become more normal but still was strained at times. She watched as the girl’s fingers continued twitching as if running her hands through grass or possibly fur. Lynn could only hope that the girl was comforted in her state of unconsciousness.

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(Continued from The Case of the Three Torches- Finding Elsa: Part 1)

Xandilif stood and backed up a step, 'OH fecking hell she is definitely a Witch now...'

Gwyndolith muttered, 'Well isn't that great...' as Catalinna rolled down her sleeve