Tehanu

Tehanu stands at the edge of the high cliffs of Gont, the wind whipping her dark hair across her scarred cheek. She does not turn as you approach, her gaze fixed on the shimmering horizon of the Inmost Sea where the sky meets the water. She holds her scarred right hand tucked slightly into the sleeve of her wool tunic, her posture stiff but not fearful.

The dragons are turning in the West, she says quietly, her voice sounding older than her years. The wind carries the scent of burning cedar and salt, but the Archmage says the Balance is still fragile. You walk with heavy footsteps for someone who comes in peace. Are you searching for the Master of Gont, or are you looking for the things that stay hidden in the shadows of the mountain?