Two of the men gently slide the covers out from underneath Myrin and Rina, before draping them over their shoulders. Then they close the curtain around the open windows, blow out the candels and close the door behind them. One of the men shakes his head.<br/>"Poor unicorn, being the last of his kind must be very difficult for him and then on top of all things someone breaks his horn of as a trophy for capturing him, you know what I really feel for that animal, but I am glad that he feels some joy at least. I'm grateful that he found that girl who brings a smile on his face."<br/>The other man nods and still carrying the sleeping form of Freon in his hands, wrapped in a warm blanket, he hands the bundle to a young woman who laughs as the little fox grabs her hand and holds onto it as if it were a valuable treasure.<br/>"I'm sorry its late, but I thought I'd get you something special." The woman smiles. "He's adorable, what's his name," she asks. Her father laughs.<br/>"His name is Freon(Meaning the Coming of Dawn), he is the musician and storyteller that we have heard about everywhere we go. He is a legend, truely a gift worthy of a princess like you."<br/>"Thank you, dad," the woman says before vanishing into another wagon with Freon craddled in her arms.