Hall of Fire

What a grand night it was. She thought back of the warmth in the Halls, how old friends had come and enjoyed a glass of wine and reminisced about the past adventures had. A night of poetry, music and good food.

The next morning I sought Nirhen, whom I found by the pavilion overlooking the river, alone, because she is unsociable, and delivered Lord Anglachelm’s message to her, and said I would attend her to the Hall of Fire, where she would await our Lordship.

I had heard some talk in the courtyard of one of the guests leaving very abruptly, having taken sick, and all his symptoms indicated that his sickness was probably due to the food that he ate while in the Hall of Fire, which, it was said, was a seafood repast graciously supplied by my Lord Anglachelm.

The Hall of Fire was still and empty. The large fireplaces, burning with its usual comforting flames, lit the hall with its soft glow. Not a single elf stirred. Except one.

Faorie makes her way to the Last Homely House where a rather large gathering of elves were to be expected. The memory of her patrol through the Trollshaws the night before was still fresh and the feeling sensed in the air in the Northern region was...