Company of the East Road

A letter arrives at the headquarters of the Company of the East Road. Though the adress is written neatly, addressed to "Furley, Anastasiar, and the Company", the contents of the of the letter within are scrawly and rather hard to read; almost as a child's.

Mortals:  A Case Study (Interviews and Etymology)

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

It was insane. Chaotic.
The very air around was acrid.
Though with all the chaos, death and destruction around, somehow, Daphne was still fine. Everyone was still alive and so far, she'd managed to keep Furley from injury. Or, at least...he wasn't injured yet. It may not have had anything to do with her.

There were fell voices on the air. Whispers that I could make no sense of. The wind was cold and biting against my skin. It howled and moaned in my ears, but still, the whispers were tangible. My feet cannot move through the snow. Is it snow? Is it something else? I cannot move.

I stare down at the ring on my finger. Unlike the traditions of Men, we bear our rings on our right index finger. This is the one time I am grateful that I bear arms with my left hand; there is less of a chance of me losing the ring whilst swinging a sword. (Though it is not as if I plan to bear arms again anytime soon). 

“Kill him like you did the other elf, and send the ribbon to his bitch.”

I stole these clothes from Angmarim men along the pass of the Jä-rannit. I decided to go south to Aughaire than north to follow them to Carn Dûm.