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Travel Diary, Day 7

Met a fellow called Alcaron who was heading East, and offered to accompany me down the road a bit. I should mention he is an elf but not at all strange, though he definitely used some elf-magic because he could see in the dark like you would not believe. 

Travel Diary, Day 6

Arrived at place called the Forsaken Inn. Very bad beer and queer folk about but many good stories to be had if you are patient. A passing Dwarf was playing Great East Road and I stopped to listen for a bit. Had to share a lot of pipeweed before folk would talk much.

Mornenion would have just finished running down from the ruin atop Amon Sûl. Despite the injuries he gained, he keeps moving at a running speed that is neither too slow or too fast, good for running long distances. He still has his bow in his hand, as he is pursing Domruth and those that took her so it is certain that his pursuit make take a dangerous turn. From where he is now, Mornenion can't see the figures but he remembers, and by judging on how many times he turned that brought him to this position, he assumes that they must be straight ahead of him.

I have been tasked with finding information on the palantirs in the land of men called “Bree-land”. I do not want to go, but I must. It is not really a matter worth discussing. I have been advised to wear a hood around the Men, as they do not see the eldar often, as so it may cause disruption. I am not fond of being the centre of attention, so I will heed this advice, to save me some trouble.