Here I, Galodin Dunedhel, write you about my adventure in Gil-Giliath after my fight with the gaunt-lord.
I felt someone touching me, I managed to open up my eyes as I saw Nimlith kneeling down at me, next to her stood a ranger, Randir. The two carried me to the camp in Gil-Giliath.
I became unconscious some times so I do not remember it all, yet I know that the spirit of the Wight was not defeated yet. I kept dreaming about a white spirit with a crown.. a Ghûl it was.
I felt a dark force trying to possess my mind. He managed to take me over some times yet the healers and my dear friend Forelire reminded me who I really was. It seems to happen at the touch of my friend Forelire, I think she might wield a great healing power yet she does not speak of it.
Once I was recovering, Nimlith played amazingly on her harp to heal my spirit.. I think it worked since I have not felt any corruption anymore.. or maybe it is just these woods I am living in right now. The Brandywood.
