“I think, in view of what’s happened tonight, that you shouldn’t just go wandering off on your own again for a while. It must be nearly twenty-five years ago that any of the Drwglyns were last seen near this tower.” Clogfryn sounded worried, and was lost in thought.
“Are there really Drwglyns? I thought they were just something that Matron made up to frighten us with when we were naughty!” It was Nomis’ turn to sound worried now particularly in view of his earlier adventures and warnings about them … surely it couldn’t have all been only a dream.
“Yes, there are such beings,” Clogfryn replied bleakly, “and it’s been rumoured that some are abroad again in the surrounding countryside. From the description that’s emerged about this intruder it would seem that one, at least, has penetrated the Elfin Quarter, but for what purpose no one seems to know. They come from the Underworld of Annwn Uffern, through one of the portals left by the ancient Dynols, when they built their burial cromlechs thousands of years ago.” Clogfryn looked grave as he continued:
“Fortunately, no one was hurt this time, but he was obviously here for a particular reason. … We’ll just have to hope that he found whatever it was he was looking for and that he and others like him don’t return. One of the more worrying things was that there have been some rumours, speaking of a Drwgwraith sighting on the far side of the moat!” Clogfryn fell silent, lost in his thoughts again.
After what he had learned in his ‘dream,’ or whatever it was this evening, Nomis couldn’t help his insatiable curiosity. “How do our folk know that it was one of the immortal Drwgwraiths as opposed to a mortal Drwglyn?” Nomis’ mind was racing as a chill feeling swept over him again at the mention of the Pruddenaid beings.
Clogfryn looked closely at his young friend’s knowledgeable words. “Well, for a start, the simple difference is that Drwgwraiths are taller than Drwglyns. However, the main way that they can be distinguished is that their black hoods and cloaks are lined with red, the colour adopted by the Lord of Darkest Evil to complement his black troops. Some say that the colour comes from the blood of the countless thousands they slew in the great wars, aeons ago.” Clogfryn seemed to retreat into a silent requiem for his dead ancestors, and the futility of it all.