Little did Xardorasch know, he was walking towards the heart of the cemetary.
As the cold wind howls Xardorasch starts to ponder to himself. Could have not the tea been strong enough, surly she should have awoken by now. Or perhaps the curse put upon her was even greater than known. The dwarf grumbles and continues with strong steps through the snow.
Until at last Xardorasch takes sight of yet another life within the cemetary. Great in size and many arm lenghts around, stands a huge tree before him. At last, something to at least shelter us from the wind drifts through the dwarf's mind. In that moment Xardorasch feels a rustling within his arms and looks at Elandonia. Her movement is subtle yet she is still not awake, almost as in a bad dream and trying to break free.
The erbs must finally be working...
