This does not belong to me, nor do I want it to. I don't want the hate mail.

A/N: Right, so introductions are in order. This is going to be a collection of unrelated drabbles and oneshots happening withing the Inheritence verse. Anything super long, or anything that spans over one chapter will be posted elsewhere. Updates will be irregular at best. That is all.

The baby is stillborn.

The baby is stillborn, and Angela remains silent. Roran knows why.

"What did you do?"

His voice is surprisingly steady, given the situation.

"What makes you think I did anything?"

"Your a woman of your word. You said that you would get even one day, and now you have. So what did you do?"

She chuckles, "Your wife is quite ignorant, Stronghammer. Gullible too. I only gave her a few tips on how to make the pregnancy easier, really. Friendly advice from an old neighbor." She smiles, but the expression isn't a mirthful. "She never expected any ulterior motive. Maybe if you had been honest with your wife, this might not have happened."

"I didn't kill your son."

Her expression grows twisted, "No, you did a bit more than that. I lost a bit more than that. My husband shouldn't have died that night, but he did. Because you were to much of a coward-"

Roran is racing, pale faced, out of the tent before she can finish.

Birgit starts to pack, her breathing harsh and her eyes like chips of ice.

"Katrina!"

The anguished cry of the man who has lost everything rings out in the Varden's encampment.

A woman laughs brokenly on the floor as she clutches at her son's old tunic, half of her belongings stored in saddlebags and the other half laying in the dirt.

She is sobbing by the time the guards come to take her away.