It passed two weeks since their farm was burned down by brigands and Briannons nemesis Taergor, brigand chief. Hiath was taken and gone missing, and any attempt of Briannon to gather enough men to help her find her husband and father of her child was failed.

Then night came and Hiath was on doors of small room near Beggars alley, her hideout. Many wounds of flesh and heart made them fragile, but their strenght came back with sight of each other.

- Tirandir. - she gasped.

- Skylark. - he replied faintly with smile on his bruised face.