[RPG] [FE][SL]A light in the dark.

[Tonie van Loon]

Morthwyl sat in a chair in his room, his eyes closed. He looked at his hand;
it trembled slightly with both anticipation and nervousness. He closed his
eyes for a moment and sighed deeply.

Not paying attention, he was startled when Wynne suddenly janked his hair a
bit to bring him back to reality. She looked at him with a smug grin on her
face.

"You men are all the same," She said softly. "you worry too much. There you
go."

She took a few paced back to admire her handiwork. Morthwyl's unruly hair,
while always presentable, had now been restrained and was bound tightly
behind his head in a warrior's topknot.

Morthwyl stood up and straightened himself. He wore a sheer white robe
instead of his usual black and marked with the stylized image of a tree in
silver thread. He turned to look at Wynne.
"Thank you…" He said in a small voice.
"She's waiting for you…" Wynne said, smiling, and nodded him off…
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