Mama Mariah and Mama Wrenlow sat wrapped in shawls, sipping from steaming cups, saying nothing as the storm raged outside.

A sudden rush of cold air blew through the room. The fire flickered. Then-

A folded parchment dropped from the ceiling, landing on the rug before the fire.

Mama Mariah's hands trembled as she picked it up.

The handwriting was rushed, desperate.

"Mama... please... help her. Please save Elowyn before they reach her... she's running with Baron's ...