Faegraw

Faegraws, if you ever even heard of them, are thought to be long time gone. Creatures closely asociated with spirits and souls were said to be protectors of the Middle-earth, slowly dying off by the increasing powers of the darkness.

However, when their people become numbered, they forshook one of their scared laws. Never try to prevent the unavoidable. They wanished, working to destroy the darkness with help of their seers.

Now there is only one left, the last of the kind and without power to read the patterns in strings of fate. Her quest? To find fifteen in the very bottom of the bag. What will happen when she finds the company of Thorin Oakenshield? Will she stand by their side, or will she prevent them from succeeding?

"Welcome seekers from far and wide. Please allow this humble storyteller to spin a tale of wonders. Please pardon my rough speech for there is no equivalent of words to tell you what I lived through and what I bear inside my soul."