After their 3 eyed foe had retreated back into the darkness from whence he came, The Storyteller had pulled out his storybook to commit the events of that fight to the pages. They had truly come up against a powerful enemy. There weren't many who could drain away magic like that, such a danger was crucial for a compelling story. It was then that Xen spoke and the curtains The Storyteller had put up to hide the fact that he was in denial over the parting words of the Warlock. "The last time I saw her somewhere between when we roped Vert into our journey and when we left High Council Hill" The Storyteller said "I haven't seen her since". The Storyteller sighed as he began to write of their scout's demise. "If that fiend truly has taken her" The Storyteller added sadly "Then I fear we may not see her again...In this world, at least".