Denholm, Captain of the Garrison at Bancross,

Again this be delivered to you by my man Ealdbriht, who you now recognise well. 

The Lady of Light paused…then nodded slowly. 'We will consider your requests, Calidis, but for now the Faradur will remain under guard at my pleasure....and if either of you, Eduwiges or Calidis, know of this Mirror of Twilight that the Gwerth-i-cuina made use of, then we will have counsel to better understand the damage done. This audience is concluded.”

A true warrior, skilled veteran, and passionate fighter, Aurthiel has a small collection of trusted weapons she keeps on her person. These are her weapons, their origins, and the personal preferences of this ancient Noldo.

Lusseriel was sitting in the cave, next to the fire, her backpack near her, Mrs Hops running around under her watch. Well if someone ended up killing and eating the rabbit, could she really blame them...?

She picked up her journal from her bag, and used the bag as a makeshift table to place the journal to write.

Lynn woke with a start. She had fallen asleep in the chair next to Syllea’s bed. The woman looked to see what had caused her to wake. She looked at the teen girl and knew that she was the reason. Syl was tossing and turning, tears slipping down her cheeks. Lynn thought to wake her, but the girl was suddenly still. Her tears stopped. The guard blinked in confusion, watching Syl carefully. “You’re here.” The teen whispered in her sleep. The relief in the girl’s voice eased Lynn, and she settled back into her chair.