Lusseriel was sitting near a fire in a village of Dunland, her favorite weapon on her laps and her notebook over it. She clearly didn’t feel at ease leaving her guard down in this area.

Keeping her attention to what she could hear around her, she nevertheless started to write :

The past few days had been hectic. Indeed, Anorieldis had rarely found time enough for sleep over these past few days. The busyness of the Mortar and Pestle gave her time to distract her mind from the conversation she had had with the physician, Elias Dimheim, and had furthermore nearly kept her mind from what had been becoming an obsession with grave-moss from the Barrow Downs.

Daeruth and Sorontar were studying in the secret library, the mountain seemed unquiet as a far rumbling could be randomly heard all the time they were pulling books from their places looking at the titles or first pages and either setting aside for further inspection or replacing if the book proved unhelpful, moving onto the next bookcase Daeruth began pulling books again while Sorontar perused any that she set on the desk that he should delve into, anything mentioning gems, the odd khuzdul language or a cradle was