<b>Pegawen's eyes lit up when Balazor offered to find whatever she desired to learn. What could she learn from all the new books? New healing techniques? New spells? Maybe she could learn more about the history of this kingdom and the evil that they had unwittingly been dragged into. “Well,” she started, before proceeding to make a list of suggestions that would have even most scholars flinching in anticipation of all the reading. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Pegawen! Slow down. At this rate, Lotharn won't see you again for the next hundred years.” Allassiel grinned at her, shaking her head. “I think the books will be here still when we're done …” she trailed off. They'd succeed. They had to, or else nothing would remain. She reached for Thorgan's hand and squeezed it. “Tell us more of the one we are fighting, who was he before? What should we expect from him? We were told he controls the wights here, but are there other things?” She figured if this Morgan had been a wizard too, then Balazor may know more about him. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Wights …. wights ...” Pegawen muttered to herself, her food forgotten on her lap. “Oh! I should have thought of this sooner, but if he is using them as an army, they have to be kept somewhere … are there any barrows nearby? If we could find them, perhaps we can destroy some of them before he can use them against us.” </b>