Rowena doesn't think Macabre would get lost in the same crowd that Circe did. Macabre has always seemed so rational, but ultimately Rowena doesn't know Macabre all that well, and after all that she's been through, Rowena is hesitant to get herself tangled in another web of Amazon drama like that one she just freed herself from. She agreed to follow Macabre to the Peak, but when they were separated during the crossing, Rowena took the scenic route to her destination.

The black mare found herself at the base of the falls. The roaring waters quickly drowned out reality and she got lost in dreams of the day she met Ailill. It was the only time she'd truly been happy. Dreams of what once was turned to dreams of what could have been, and Rowena awoke at dawn with a burning pit of sadness in her belly. It urged her to move on.

The young mare browsed for breakfast along the way and arrived in the Peak by mid-morning. The territory is vast and complex. She might wander for days and never find Macabre. She follows a well-worn mountain trail to the heart of the territory, encountering no-one. Eventually she stops, huffing and puffing from the climb, and cries out. "Macabre? Where are you?"