Five days they have been gone. One day and night I spent alone in the haunted ruins, fearing that I would be taken next. Then fate smiled briefly upon me and Aefenwine found me, sheltering by a lonely fire. For three days we searched the Betrayed City, the warrior of the Mearc and I, seeking for our friends, searching for any sign of their captors. The fell fate of the Cyningdoms of Men hung heavy on that place, blasted by ancient betrayals, scarred by war. Even the beasts were diseased, misshapen, attacking without warning.
Three days we searched for the thralls bound in service to aelf wiccae, searched for our lost companions. But no sign have we found. They are vanished without trace. We head south, to mourn them, lost to death..........or worse.
