There was a woman - She called out over the crossing to the castle of Eastborne. It was an ancient thing, broken and worn. Yet what looked like many, many years, it had not been taken down by time, weather or army alike. Not yet, at least. Jaskier had not bothered to get close enough to it before, for the forest around was dark and foreboding, especially when not long ago their world had been plunged into endless darkness.

Greetings to you, fair maiden! He calls back into her direction as he is halted from his merry melody. Fair indeed, for she reminded him of some kind of winter wonderland. Her fur soft snow, flowing brilliantly even after her work in the gardens. Highlighting cream from a sunrise warming over the lands of her bottom coat of snow. Bits of silver too, where the sun caused ice to glisten. A winter fairytale indeed. He couldn't help his smile as he looked to her, eyes filled with longing, captivated by her beauty.

Or shall I say Queen of this stronghold? If she were, he must correct himself. It has been a hauntingly quiet thing for so long, I'd fear none had the heart to revive it. His voice is risen, lowering only as he draws nearer to her in distance, so not to yell. My cr- Group and I live across the way, where the forest gets heaviest to the west along the coast. We made our peace in an old tavern. Beat up as can be, but it has become a good place to call home. Sure beat being hauled up in a cold, stone cave or down in the dirt no more than a living grave.