Breda: …
Breda: Long ago on a cold ‘n treacherous winter’s night, a young human girl was lost in the woods.
-The team looks on expectantly, but Breda falls silent-
Ember: And? What happens next?
Taa: Did she freeze to death or get attacked?
Breda: I don’t know; you tell me.
Ian: Breda, we’ve just lost two of our own. Is it really the best time for this?
Breda: Maybe not. But the story has already been started, lad- there’s nothing to do but keep telling it. And if you’re careful, and tell it just right, you might even end up at a decent ending.