It had been awhile since Lissilana had been in civilization. She'd been out, hunting. For who knows how long.
When she arrived at her house, a strange messenger left a note to her. It was one which stopped her heart the moment she began to read it.
"He's alive..."
Tears coursed down her cheeks. Maybe..maybe things would be okay.
"Maybe it's a trap," another voice whispered in the back of her head.
She didn't care. She would go cautiously and prepared. She knew folk around Esteldin would have her back. If not for her own merit, then for word Enniliel could have sent. Lissi trusted her.
"I guess it's time for more travel," she said, looking at her poor house. It never seemed to see her anymore. Maybe it was time to sell it.
