On the Trail of the Spy

Now, go on.

Go catch our sons, give them this necromantic cage with the owl ghosts and tell them that their mothers love them!

Yes, you heard right, mothers! One may have given birth, but we brought them up together, so they're sons to all three of us. That's why everyone envies us Gibberlings. Humans, Orcs, and Elves only have one mother and one father while we've got three each!

Wait! Why don't we perform a little ritual before you go. There's no snow and the path is clear, that's a good sign that our ritual will work.

Hold the thread, don't let it go.

Chase your fate and do not fall.

Hold your ground but stray from the darkness. Keep that up and you'll be fine!

I thought I was going to die here all alone. Without even being able to send a message home...

Thank you for finding me! And these ghost owls will come in handy... Except it won't be good news that they'll have to deliver...

Don't try to help me, it's useless. I know a lot about wounds and I can tell that I'm going to die soon.

And that's good because my brothers, Asgerd and Sam, are already dead... I see no reason to live without them.