Chapter One: An Elven Swordmaster
I was training in Frerins court, unfortunately against imaginary opponents and wooden targets, when I was approached by an Elf by the name of Glathronir, who revealed himself to be a master swordsman. I saw a chance for some more useful training than simple wooden men, and requested a sparring match with him. Not since my teens have I been so easily beaten, but he assured me I was a talented fighter.
He then explained, upon Robynwen's appearance, that he had met my niece the day previously in Thorins Hall, and had spoken to her at great length. Feeling I could trust him, I informed him of our predicament and invited him back to our safehouse to discuss it further. There he agreed to train Robynwen in the art of the sword, and join my growing force against Dieudonnae.
