Veragwen. Marmalade had heard her name when she got to Seles. This was the first time she had seen the woman.
And she was leaving.
Veragwen was right though, there really was nothing let here in Seles... and there was no way she was going to settle in a town plagued by monsters. 
Marmalade was jolted back to reality when Veragwen asked about the dragoon spirit.
"My mother had it and gave it to me before she died. She said its been passed down for many generations." Marmalade told her, "No one remembers how we got it though."

With a second glance back at Caelyn, Marmalade decided it would be wise to go with Veragwen. So she trailed after her, helping to carry whatever was deemed useful. It wasn't long before they were walking among last nights battlefield. She didn't recall seeing her scythe in the inn room so she assumed it was still sticking out of the scorpions corpse. Marmalade made a mental note to retrieve it before they left.
Not paying attention, she barely caught sight of her new comrade going into one of the damaged buildings. Not wanting to be left behind, Marmalade quickly followed her down a never ending staircase. Until it ended and she had to stop suddenly when she realized Veragwen had ceased movement in front of her.

This must be some kind of shrine. To what though? She could see seven shapes against the darkness, it looked like there were stones just like the one her mother gave her. These must be the other dragoon spirits!
[B]"What do you make of this, Mara?"[/b] Veragwen had asked her after approaching one of the pedestals. 
"I think.. this is exactly what it looks like." Came Marmalade's slow reply, "Look. This looks like the Tree of Life." She said pointing to the shrine wall. After putting down everything she had picked up, she made a makeshift torch and held it up to the wall. On the other side was a depiction of the Dragon Campaign. Names of the faceless original dragoons were etched into the wall. The other walls told the story of the last dragoons. Their names and faces were scratched deeply into the stone. Someone wanted this remembered. Marmalade noticed something strange about the carving of the Tree of Life. No, it must just be damage from the scorpion she thought and turned her attention to the gates.
"Veragwen, what do you think of these? These gates... they have no locks." Marmalade crouched down, seeing a small ring close to the gate of the White-silver spirit gate and picked it up. It was a simple gold ring, similar to a wedding band. There were markings on the inside, but they were too faded to read. Marmalade turned back to Veragwen, maybe she could read it.