“Being dry and being warm would both be lovely, and an intact roof and a fire would solve both eventually.” She’s almost wistful. “I don’t think we’ll be finding the welcoming doors of an inn, however.”

“Gulda’s grave goods were stolen by some fool merchant, who then sold them on. And she came looking for them, and killed everyone she found with them. We found all the pieces and brought them back to her… and Kane and I both got enthralled… Deorwine managed to hit her with a stick… and when I didn’t come back, Rue and Deorwine went in to the twisted dream I was stuck in to break me free.”