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It started off most pleasantly. Esterfin had rode at dawn to the coast, so great was his wish to see the Sea again. He returned around midday, with some ham and cheeses from the market, and an exceptionally good bottle of wine. It was one of those rare bottles that could put the best Dorwinnion to shame. Proud was he to share it with Parnard and I.
And I found him. Standing, looking over the waters was he, with a rare expression upon his face. He turned as he heard my approach, smiling cheerfully as he gave greeting. But I knew Parnard well enough to see a hint of shadow in his eyes.
We sat by the waters, and spoke a few pleasantries before opening up more, each to the other. of what had transpired in recent years.
She sat down on the bank of the river, colored charcoal in hand, sketching on a piece of parchment. The latest ship waiting to transport wood and sails was moored since a few days ago. She contemplated if, slowly, little by little, it was her time to board as well...