Gaildrin

     Gaildrin enters the room, surrounded by flickering shadows cast by the light of the fireplace, and bows deeply before the lady of the Order. "You summoned me, my lady?", he asks, unsure of what purpose Lady Alkawen had for arranging the meeting.

     Gaildrin approached the stronghold of Gramsfoot. He was alone, and intended to enter unnoticed, and see what secrets he may learn from his enemies. He viewed the fort from afar, trying to figure what the best entrance would be. The camp seemed to be quiet, much of the inhabitants were asleep, and the Orc guards seemed to be tired as well, obviously made to take long watches, with little rest in between.

     The young captain sat alone in his home, sitting by the fireplace, remembering a day that had been much the same.

     Gaildrin entered the manor quietly, not aware of anyone else being inside. He pulled up a chair by the fireplace, and began to strike a few small sparks to ignite the flames.When he had gotten a decent fire going, he stood back up, to see Turgur Tilogorn standing behind him, with a solemn expression on his face.

The hunter walked outside of the gates of Aughaire, the window picking up the dust and ash that lay across most of the foul lands of Angmar. He wondered quietly to himself if these lands had always been like this, or if they were once like many of the others, lush, filled with beauty and mystery. He carefully made his way down the steep hill, knowing that these were but baby steps compared to where he needed to go.