Calad drew the song to an end, then looked up at Thengise, who looked at awe at him. He had a slightly peaceful look to his face, and his eyes shone softly with the light of the full moon. He was not healed yet, but had only limited control over himself for now. Any minute he could revert back into his psychotic, raging, swirling form tucked underneath his true fea (spirit).
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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