The ruins of some kind of establishment of Cardolan stood before Eira. The ruins were destroyed by time, crumbling and toppled. She scuffed her shoes as she took step after step towards the ruins. The ancient stonework was etched in symbols of Numenorean heritage. The numerous walls were carved with stars, historical events, important people... Only a handful Eira could point out, from before the Fall of Numenor. Half Black Numenorean, she had been taught history through the perspective of the King's Men, not the Faithful.

Lusseriel was on the cliff side near Eaworth, Mrs Hops hopping around in the high herbs nearby. The elf looked at the rabbit for a while before warning her: 

"If you get eaten, or fall off of the cliff..."

The place was strange, eerie. The sun was just rising, a hint of light coming from just beyond the horizon. The sky, where it was visible through the branches, was a deep blue. Slowly spring was turning into summer.

Dem sat Oser down; Rosie was with Egfor. What kept going through her mind was how do I ask him to be assigned to another doctor. But she couldn’t think of a way that wouldn’t force her to explain. She stared at her hands.

“Oser, I have done everything to rid you of the controls your old owner had over you. At least we got rid of the ones that were the most dangerous.”

Oser nodded. “Aye. And you know I have appreciated all you have done for me. But—”