"In time? Hardly. Her warning was precisely late enough to be useless. Like we were gonna trust Tromolden, anyways. He's dead now, and his ashes scattered to the wind. Where's this Glaelyn? I hope she isn't as clueless as the rest of you lot."
Dardus is so relieved at the news that he fails to notice the insult. "That is good news indeed. I will take you to see Glaelyn now."
Dardus walks you to Mardrick's house and opens the door. "I've already related everything I know to her - if you need me for anything, I'll be at my smithy."
A heated conversation is underway as you enter, and it stops as you cross the threshold.
"Friends!" Mardrick cries out. "It is good to see you again! I confess I feared the worst." He looks you over a little more closely, observing the fresh wounds. "It appears your plan did not, um, go according plan. The mage?"
"
Tromolden?" Glaelyn says. Her voice is rich and surprisingly deep. She is a very tall half-elf, and stunningly beautiful. She has long, curly golden hair, and her skin is a smooth chocolate brown. Her penetrating eyes are a silvery-blue.
"Forgive me, I have not introduced you. This is Glaelyn, my teacher." Glaelyn nods in your direction. "She has come to help us. First, if I can ask if you heard of Elloen..."
"
Mardrick," Glaelyn interrupts,
"perhaps it would be best if I talk with your friends alone for a while." Her voice is gentle, but firm. "
It is already crowded in here, and we have much to discuss."
Mardrick looks as if he is about to protest, but thinks better of it. "Very well. I will be outside, tending to... ah... I'll just be outside." Mardrick lets himself out of the house and closes the door, leaving you alone with Glaelyn.