Jarnsalr

A blizzard thrust snow through the air upon the Misty Mountains, the whistling was harsh and the gust of the wind was like a blast upon any who sought to oppose it’s natural power. “Therwen! Where are you?

That day Redwick had spent long in search of Mariwise, Therwen's sworn sister. Yet he found no trace or sight of her, and he himself had grown weary of this search.