It was cold. It was so cold, and Imliss was gone, and she was so tired...
She closed her eyes.
She hadn't been expecting to open them again.
...The other Men are singing hymns to Melkor because if you do that the werewolves don't attack you.
We got away, we're with Dwarves right now, Imliss is pulling her 'introduce the printing press' trick.
Ran into some werewolves on the way out, though.
It's called "Tumunzahar," it's apparently one of seven Dwarven cities in this mountain range, we were heading west...
Okay. I'll ask Cáno - I want to find you, even knowing that it might not be forever I could not bear it if you died again -
Yeah.
So, um. Remember when I said Imliss and I had to deal with werewolves on the way out?