Trawling through old parchments was never a task Earinlin enjoyed but nevertheless did so out of necessity keen to learn how the Order was once organised to ever improve what has now been re-established.

Chance took it a clearly different text stood out to him, reading it, his eyes widened in surprise a portion of a diary from a former Tur. He had not met this Galendil but had heard talk of him and his disappearance. Knowing the importance of the discovery he proceeded to seek out his Tur Lord Anglachelm.

I'm all fer a good tale. But this aeranion goes on an' on ... I dursent understand a third o' what he says. Gyth's eyes are as bright as the sun ... i aint able ter keep mine open. He's spinnin' some nonsense about this fornost. Taint what Gyth heard from her burnt man. I dursen't know what ter think about him and this araenion now.

Makin' me mind up though. Iffen I aint trusted, an' he is being paid by the burnt man... then feh.. iffen I going ter be hung fer a lie then I may as well be hung fer a truth. Iffen the burnt man dursent trust me, then i shant bother being honest.

 Two weeks after he had departed he came to the region of Ered Luin. Relalas thought he travelled fast, but his father did beat him to it and was waiting for him at Celondim.

Almond shaped eyes watched the flames…

I arrived at an old camp this evening. More to the point, we arrived at a large boulder that myself and another had once used as a windbreak during the night. It was late when we arrived and I really should have stopped some hours before, but I was determined to get to this particular place.

There is nothing special about it, really. It is just a very big rock set a small distance from a cliff face with some other large rocks and a few trees in the general vicinity,

After many days travel we find ourselves at the Bruinen Gorges. We have stopped for lunch, Arugru and I, and although I made certain to pack foodstuffs for him as well it would seem that he much prefers a fresh rabbit than the dried meats I carry.