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When she awakened, she told Torm what the scroll had said. "My love, I thought this was all
behind me now! Who is this witch and why does she torment me? And this business about Braldt... Why is
he being brought back into our lives? I still have no memory of this man, though I believe to be true the
stories I have been told. But that was another life and another person altogether."
She buried her face in Torm's arms and sobbed uncontrollably as he comforted her. If she had seen
his face, she would have noted the deepening furrows in his forehead and the look of worry.
"No," he whispered to himself. "I will not let her see that this distresses me. I must be strong for
both of us. And Ebonstarr must be found... and stopped. As for Braldt, well, that marriage was to another
creature, not my beloved wife... and she had the marriage annulled. Nay, I shall not worry about him, at
least, not now."
Chapter 1
After sequestering herself in the apartment for a week, Nalynn opted to finally venture out,
realizing that it was unlikely she could hide from this wicked witch, Ebonstarr for very longShe checked
herself in the mirror, making sure her raven-black hair wasn't misbehaving. Before she left she looked
around for Torm who had been absent for several days, but he was nowhere to be found. She grabbed her
favorite conical pink hat and walked out the door.
After wandering the streets for a few minutes she decided to catch up on the news of the realm, so
she headed down to the Meeting Hall to read the latest posts. She was touched by the groundswell of
support for her and Torm in the wake of the chaos threatened by Ebonstarr and smiled to think of the
wonderful friends they have made in the realm. Yet Ebonstarr's venomous threats had found their way onto
the boards in the Seekers' land. Frowning, she headed off for Port Llast and beyond, where last she had seen
her dear friend, Riklaun.
When she finally caught up with Riklaun, they decided to visit the Gallant Prince and seek the
brass button. After encountering many battles and a few newcomers, they were successful in their quest,
returning the button to Lord Nasher. But all she received for her trouble were a few Cleric scrolls, for which
she has no use. "Ah well, I shall place them safely in my vault, perhaps another can use them," she mused.
As she headed home she came across Torm, who was limping and in great pain. Running toward
him she cried, "My sweet husband! What has happened to you? Here, put your arm around my shoulder and
I'll help you back to our apartment."
Torm was barely able to speak, his pain so debilitating. Finally he whispered "Golfdsl...; It was
Golfdsl. He made a table jump in front of me, and it dislocated my knee!" Nalynn frowned, for this did not
sound like the jester she has come to adore for his amusing antics and anecdotes.
"Sweetheart, are you sure? That is so unlike Golfdsl. Perhaps you are mistaken. You know that
witch is out and about in the realms. Are you sure it wasn't she disguised as Golfdsl?" Torm winced and
thought about it "You know, he did seem awfully strange when he cast that table in my path." A chill ran up
his spine as a cold wind laden with evil intent blew across the square. "And he had white hair...Golfdsl
doesn't have white hair."
"Never mind my love, let me get you home now and tend to your wound."
She helped him up the stairs and into bed. Then she called for the Seekers' physician. She prepared
a potion and brought it to Torm. "Here, drink this. It's made from a special healing potion I found during my
travels in Crossergate a few weeks ago." The liquid smelled of mint and honey. Torm drank it and was soon
asleep.
* * * * *
A few days later Riklaun stood inside Nalynn's house. Nalynn looked at her friend, Swordmaster
of the elfin guild, Tel'Mithrim--The Grey Company. With his fair skin, anyone who knew him not would
assume he was a grey elf. Riklaun had had many interesting experiences when he had informed such people
he was actually an albino drow.
They had been adventuring together for many years, some of their exploits being so fascinating,
Tel'Mithrim's chronicler had recorded them in a tome titled Ravenlore. She had been a different person back
then... Literally. She had been a halfling then, but she was killed--by Riklaun. A drow control spell had been