The girl, a vision within a vision, was splendid to behold. At first she seemed to be clad in a silken garment of amber-hued flame, from the crown of her head all the way down to her toes. From within the hood of this amazing cloak, her eyes shone like stars in the night. Her brow was adorned with a thin golden band from which sparkled a single crystalline gem, pure and pale as winter's first snow. The mystery of her presence drew Marchwyr slowly nearer, step by step.

Suddenly she lifted a hand in greeting and spoke.