The Storyteller heaves a sigh, runs his hand over his face, and rubs his temples. "Thus the expedition to the

The Storyteller heaves a sigh, runs his hand over his face, and rubs his temples. "Thus the expedition to the Drowned Trees came to an end. I must admit, it was no easy feeling for me to stand in the place of this daring woman. The steel of her soul was colder than ice."