As the morning light broke the shapes of three wanderers approach the gateway to Degannwy. The escorting elven knight Ser Eruheran, guardian captain of Degannwy, had the lead, his sword drawn and by the looks of it he has exited combat recently.
Behind him, strode the white lady of Degannwy,, the elven sorcerer, the witch of Degannwy, the defender of Degannwy… or merely Caerylia to others.
The third one did not fit in as well. The elderly human wearing grey robes leaned heavily on his staff, necessary to lift heavy feet as they reached their destination where he came to a halt. The two elven kin seemed to notice and turned their heads offering him a respectful nod.
Fendal lifted his eyes, a tear had formed in the corner of his eye as he watched the two. No more words were necessary. They had reached an understanding of each other. One that they wizard was proud to claim theirs. Never the less, with a sorrowful heart, he had decided to walk the path he believed his. He lifted his hand in response and watched them continue forth without him, soon swallowed by the green gates of Degannwy.
He remained there, at that spot for a good length of time. Listening to his own breathing, reflecting on what has just happened, what he had been told and what he had seen. His entire being wanted to follow, to enter what many would claim to be the last sanctuary left worth to defend in these vile lands. Only a good amount of willpower and determination finally made him turn away. His eyes reached the far away silhouette of the grey city. With a deep inhale he straightened himself, clasped his staff firmly and with a determined mind started to make his way back to Vallaki.