(Alternatively titled, "Why under no circumstances, should Kaatje ever be allowed around nobel fey.")


Several strange things are seen, by several types of people. Two winged women visit Cordor, one bedecked in leaves that shiver and move on unfelt breezes, the other artfully clothed in opaque frost - but most people assume it's nothing abnormal and run past to greater adventure.

Following this, it snows and the crops around the city battle an early freezing. Not terribly long after a crewless boat docks at Cordor, no one can really recall it coming into port or how it got there. But there it is nonetheless, and anyone that tried to board it simply stepped into the brink instead of onto the vessell.

After a briefl tussle with a rather imposing troglodyte, the only woman able to board the boat smartly decides to exit it, as one by one the wooden beams and planks dissasemble and float along in a procession towards a singular destination. Some people inexplicably know her as 'The woman who likes to cast that one spell, the one with the yellow swirls where people end up dead. Yes that one.'.

Meanwhile in the Shrine, in the course of few hours two extrodinary things happen. The supports of the inner sanctum come loose and float away on chilled winds as if feathers instead of heavy beams of wood. The face of the land itself is unshaped as more bits of wood extract themselves from the surrounding hills and leaves the place a general mess of mud and overturned trees. Not long after, the whole process is reversed and the retreat stands as if never torn apart like so many pieces of a puzzle. All Garm has to say to anyone that asks it the following, accompanied by an annoyed stare, "All that work for Garm... issss fixed."

Should anyone bother asking about the incident, Kaatje's only reply is "I hate fey."