When whispers of water grow stronger
And maiden drawn to wading
Let Hadrrim seek for blood and ship
Lit up by a hateful smile

The son, the dreams, the husband
The silver vessel, water
These things entwine in haunted ways
In elven mysteries

So much is lost in time and words unspoken
Lips kept sealed in times like this shatters company thought true

I am not sure why I am writing this. Perhaps because its because I have not been able to get the thoughts straight in my head. Arguements and conflictions, emotions that keep coming up and rising up without being able to reason with them. Its foolish, and I should be over them by now. Its irrational and foolish. It was just a stupid kiss. 

Th company made their way off the wind swept beach, leaving the healer, Yula, with Lina and the remains of her daughter. The Mayor and the City Council remained there as well, looking grave, deliberating what to do next with little apparent success but much wringing of hands.

Our first part of the expedition reached its end in Needlehole where we took a few days of break to recover from the long walk and the fight with the Dourhands. Once we were well fed and energized by sleeping on decent beds, we decided to proceed with our journey.