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Agrona lays her wand on the table as she uses one long-nailed hand to pull the glove off the other frowning her dissatisfaction as the newly made glass hand sparkles brightly in the store light . Letting her thoughts wander to the exact instance she lost her hand, the frown deepens as dark eyes become slowly reddened with anger.

I should have never allowed him to get the ring, those children of his should have stayed half elf forever!

Lighting rains down uncontrollably for a few minutes, any halfling awakened may think a loud storm brews, before her emotions are under control as the witch mutters.

I will get my hand from you Vigalf then I will be whole!

A cackling may breifly be heard after the lightning subsides, then with a swish of her long leather skirt, Agrona walks out the store at Greenbriar and lays one black candle on the ground.

I will find where it is, then even that barbarian calling himself Mattin can't stop me!

Whispering quiet words in the moonlight, the candle making no progress pushing back the encroaching night, Agrona calls on her god and her blood magic to make many sacrifices. Finally surrounding the candle with her offerings, a bejeweled hand dripping with bright red blood moves toward the flickering flame hovering near as her eyes close. Minutes later, a grin forms on her face.

Soon Jarl!

Humming, Rhianna palmed her huge belly. Eight months, once more. She owed the elves a lot, she knew that well. Finally she was with a child again, felt like a whole woman again. The new life inside of her made her heart jump in joy, although she still suffered from morning sickness and the usual immobility that caused her to stay at the longhouse, without her husband. He had gone out on some mission, as had many male members of the clan. The Jarl's wife did not question his ideas, his new and old allignments. But she would have prefered if they could have staid on their own, up in the northwest, raising their children. Luckily they were all healthy, and promising.

Her fifth child. She was pretty sure it would be a girl this time, and she knew her husband would not mind. They had three healthy sons. One more daughter would prove to him she was still worthy and strong enough to be a good first wife.
Like every evening, she brought her four children under their furs, and sang them a lullaby, waiting until they were asleep. Then she went to the Holy Oak, and prayed to Tanora, her goddess, for them and her husband, for the five, soon six people that mattered most in her life. Although it had been this long, she seemed to be the only one still having nightmares about that witch who had hurt her sons so deeply. One hand on her belly, the other one on the old poisoned dagger she always carried with herself as a reminder, but not had used in years, she murmured something under her breath. "If you ever get near them again... if you ever harm any of them...I swear to Tanora, Malachin and Irmorom, that I shall put an end to you. Permanently."

She smiled about herself later on as she laid under her own fur, close to her children, missing the comforting warmth of the Jarl next to her. Stupid little Rhianna... Why should something like this ever happen again? It is normal, she told herself. You react like a normal mother would. Like a she-wolf protecting your puppies. But you better stop worrying. They are safe, and he is safe. Nothing to worry about.