It was Alestair the wolf, Edhelfaron the second-born, Luthbereth, and myself as we traveled into the Barrow-downs to confront that monstrosity. I care not to share the details of what has led up to this moment, but not once before has my blade been tested so vigorously. Though my blade shined of silver and my hand was swift, every blow that fell upon that creature was little more than flailing motion brought forth by a small child... for it struck my blade away far more often than it would connect.
Alestair was struck through the chest early into our battle, falling to his knees, only to retreat into the shadows. I've not seen him since (I'm assuming he has fallen to his injuries). Luthbereth fled not long after, leaving the second-born and myself to stand against it. The monster was powerful, and only now as we had gnawed at its strength had my blows began to connect, albeit for nothing.
I ordered the second-born to retreat, though he would not... Funnily enough he convinced me to charge in with him once more, claiming that the beast was weak. As we sprinted inwards once more I saw the folly, and dug my heels into the earth beneath us as to stop myself... rightfully so as the second-born was struck down immediately, his own blade driven through the beast. I said my farewells from afar as I backed away, now realizing just how injured I was, my exhaustion falling upon me, the shadow growing stronger. I fled Northwards towards Nen-Harn.
I failed you second-born, and for that I will avenge you... somehow. We will meet again in the next world.
