Elowyn lay on the cold stone floor outside the Veilbound cave cell, her back stiff. The flickering glow of enchanted torches cast long, dancing shadows around the chamber, but the presence of the seven children-small, eager faces trying to peer at her from where they lay in a circle about her-brought warmth into the coldness.

Dawn, right above Elowyn's head, fidgeted nervously with the hem of her tunic, glancing down at Elowyn as if trying to gauge what kind of person she truly was.

"Are ...