Death Comes For the Unlucky BY Kumiko

Kumiko studied the woman, raising her shoulders in an apathetic shrug. If that is the title you wish to use for me, yes. She had been much more, servant of Mythal, follower of Fen'Harel, the shadow that injustice feared...

She does not offer anything more though, listening instead to the answer of her question. Does it bother you, that you've accomplished what Fen'Harel wanted? She inquired, softly. Because the modern elves of Arlathan were accomplishing what the Dread Wolf had sought; though whether they would continue on that path or fall to history as it repeated itself, was uncertain.

The elf tilted her head back to study the darkness above them. Waiting for an answer.