Veryacano

Sometimes I wonder if Lord Estarfin is in his right mind. But what is right?

Daegond then continued, serving food to his new friends 

The shrill cry of a hawk pierces the cold morning air before the bird itself comes into view. It is dark brown with a golden beak, and it begins to circle lower and lower, down from the mountain peaks. Finally, with hardly a sound it lands nearby, a thin roll of parchment clasped in one clawed foot.

Suilad Lady Danel,

“Why is Rainith not with us?" Estarfin asked Danel again.

Did this blockhead not understand anything? wondered Parnard. He spread his embroidery out before him and lifted up his wineskin. “Ai!” he gasped.

“What is it?” said Danel.

The moon was setting behind the hollies and the figure of Belegos could be seen stalking the shadows underneath the trees. He was a clever tracker, Parnard admitted, but he would prove his true worth when they reached the black mires and the ravines of the southern Greenwood. As Parnard continued gazing at him, he began to wonder if the scout really was as old as he had been told.

Continued from: Leave of Absence and Orders to the Hammer Lord  

He was silently listening the report.

To the forges I went, and there I did find several people of the House of Vanimar waiting, Master Elloen among them, who was also taking his Oath.

I do not know how to begin this, as I do not know who will read it. At times I have seen others writing their own thoughts in such a way, and perhaps it is only now that I see the value of such a record. For even though I have no great wisdom to pass to those who come after me, I would still have them know of me. Maybe writing this down will grant me a little peace before the darkness overtakes us all, and the world ends in ruin. But how to start, that still eludes me. What would any wish to know of me?