Visualization of the barn that Byrge's company of dwarves is building for Lumina and Leoffrith.

Eirulisse, ever the vigilant Hammer, kept herself busy for most of the evening by scouring the countryside for the stray half orcs that might still be around. Meanwhile, the dwarves and the bigger part of the company partook in the exchange of knowledge, wisdom and merriment, in the form of song, poetry and a game of die. Eirulisse joined them at the last moment, having decided that the orcs would not attack after all, and lost her knife in the process. Such is luck, a fickle flame to go out in a flash.

After some tentative deliberation (some arrows were hastily gathered after having completely by accident, surely, nervously escaped its owners crossbow) it was decided that Celephindir and his group of merry Eldar would accompany the dwarves on their journey from Gwingris to Eregion.

News had crossed their paths that some of Durin's Folk might be crossing into Eregion. Celephindir, who had recently returned to the valley, quickly gathered able bodied warriors to seek them out, on the behest of lord Tindir.

Smelly as they might be, there are no short comings in their willingness to accommodate a group of curious wanderers. It occurred to Tingruviel more than once, that the Nolde amongst them might inspire some respect, thanks to their great craftsmanship. Lady Omali tried her best at answering any spurious questions about a potential library, yet seemed somewhat evasive on the point. Many ales were shared and a possible budding.. friendship? Nay, acquaintanceship. At least... seemed to be evolving.

Having arrived at Thorin's halls, the company was greeted by the Blue Mountains regiment.

Such is this mystery, that we have to research the history of what was. Prins Caranthir himself seems to have played a big role in the creation of the gems, yet somehow dwarven craftmanship had a finger in the porridge too. Was it a joint venture? Were the jewels crafted with the tools they had found in Eregion? So many questions, and only one way to go. To the Dwarrow.

A brief interlude, taking in the sights of the area. Discussing many an important angle of the quest.

Once reaching Duillond, the company of lore seekers quickly scour its bookcases for anything of use. Daeruth finds some mentions of a cradle, and Sorontars poem seems to make more sense by the minute.