Greetings, breda. Well, since we're sharing stories this evening, I would like to tell you about one night when we were on the trail through the pass of Scaravel. We were travelling almost at a snail's pace. My travelling-companion was wounded, and I had twisted an ankle which pained me badly. We were both wet and cold and hungry.
I knew there was a travel-shelter in the next half mile but it seemed we would never reach it. It was quickly growing darker, and there was only a single crescent of moon for light that night. I knew we would never survive the night if we couldn't see to find the travel-shelter.
I felt heavy of heart, almost despairing. I prayed, begging Avarra, the Dark Mother, to spare us this time. I'm still not sure what happened. I'm certain I heard the harsh cawing of many crows, but I don't understand how that can be. I blinked, opening my eyes, which I had lowered to pray. My travelling-companion swears she saw nothing.
But this is what I saw....
Well, we made it to the travel-shelter that night, or I wouldn't be here to tell you the rest. I still swear the Dark Lady guided our path, but whether She appeared in person, sent one of Her women, or whether it was only in my mind, I will never know...