... Cenwen stood tall, and after a brief pause, spoke to the Frostweaver. �I am yours, Frostweaver! Take me with you to the North and I will warm our hearts with hope for as long as I am. But spare my people!� No sooner had she spoken than the dragon swept her up and took to the air. �So be it then! If all your people are as a brave as you, then they are indeed worthy of life. Should your folk ever be in trouble, they can call on me and my power will be at their disposal. This will be part of our pact, I give as I take. The frost will never harm them and the power of the ice shall be theirs as long as they live in remembrance of you.� ... (C) SpellForce: The breath of Winter.