You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself

Pyyra Ebonfold
Pyyra took a breath before letting her mouth form words. She lowered her hands to the ground, something to support herself. "The Night Mother has blessed me with another vision. She showed me someone. Izakiel. He will be our newest brother." she explained. Slowly she raised her head, the last of the pain disappearing. Looking into Elrienn's face she knew that he would need to know. Pyyra leaned to Elrienn's ears, speaking in a hushed tone that only he would head. "The Night Mother spoke a whispered warning to me...If we fail to stop the traitors, the Brotherhood will fall." It was what Pyyra feared the most. For the Brotherhood to be destroyed. If that were to happen, there was no telling if it would rise again, it may even be forgotten.

May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
