[Eowyn Skywalker]

It had been interesting, Eostre thought, to speak with Sythric, albeit briefly. At least, she presumed he had no interest in her, her being greatly older, and he had been friendly enough... perhaps she was too cynical with all the party members. Just perhaps, though.

At the very least, she though perhaps she should be a bit kinder to Meghan. Somewhat.

And the town...

Burnt. Was that a surprise? Destroyed? Was that a shock? She found in a sense it was, almost drawing tears to hardened eyes. Too dangerous. Eostre sat at the fire silently, having withdrawn from the remainder of the party once more. Talking at the fire seemed so empty; the town watching over them no more. After she was excused for sleep after it was finally decided no watches would be set, her sleep was scarcely fulfulling.

Burnt... destroyed... gone. All the people...

It didn't take much to notice Meghan's leaving, not in her uneasy sleep. But she heard Osmod rise; her presense was unnecessary. Was it ever necessary? Hardly...