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Full tale begins from: Tales of Their Past - Fænge-Nædl

Continuation of: Tales of Their Past - A Brother's Bitter Gift

My head still hurts from the party we had yesterday. We had such a great time at that lodge. Dancing, drinking and all that, but this is not what I wish to write about in this journal. I sure was glad to see Tidhelm Icwalsteng and his lovely daugther Eaden again, both I consider good friends. The discussion I had with the old noble keeps going through my head.  He had thought of a new path that would take us to our homeland. As far as I know we all seek to go to the East Emnet.

Continuation of: Tales of Their Past - Fænge-Nædl

There was a chill in the night air as all the folk were returning to their homes. Many drunk from their drinking, and everyone else weary from their reveling. The dim lamps shone yellow upon the dirt paths and only two figures remained out that night. They stood side by side upon the path before the Mead hall, silent, still as statues. 

It was a long ride. A hard, long ride. Southward, through known lands first, then less known lands, and eventually finds herself at the doors of the Dwarrowdelf, discussing with the dwarves about the old contract they had with Irwthryth. Good man, luckily he kept contact with these folks, so she will be able to pass, and with some escort, through the dreaded mines.