At the little cottage in the village of Hamglen, Zavas sat long leafing through tomes that mostly had little to do with the cause of the errand that had brought a group of their company to the doorstep of the Ered Luin this forthmoon past. His thought was divided into a myriad of concerns and to set focus on a well accustomed task of the mind always helped him to arrange what was needed most at the hour. But this time it didn’t quite work.
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