Brenorn found me in the woods some days ago now. I was walking with Arugru beneath the scarce eaves of Chetwood when he came upon us. I accompanied him back to his camp where he gave tidings of an ill nature.
Thayalengir, it seems, has taken it upon himself to gather together a mob of easily-led individuals and take up residence outside the hall belonging to Nalokha. Whilst this would normally be of no concern to me given that it keeps both that froth-mouthed twit and the so-called Red Witch away from me, there was a disturbing twist to the tale. Ceou, a girl I know not and who Brenorn admits to feeling no trust for, has spoken of Rellas having become Nalokha's "Champion." Unfortunately, Tylan, amongst others, has verifed this turn of events.
This, of course, lead to me needing to come out of hiding for long enough to contact Rellas and question him over the matter. After all we have been through, I could not bring myself to believe that Rellas had betrayed me.
My faith, it would seem, has been well rewarded upon this occasion. Rellas has told me of his plans concerning the deception of Nalokha, his desire to gain her trust only to use it against her. It is a dangerous game that he plays and I cannot say that I approve of it or his reasons for doing so but I will not stop him this time. Vengeance is cold, hard, it poisons the mind and spirit and yet it is ultimately empty; he will find no solace or satisfaction at the end of this road. This is a lesson he must learn for himself, however; this is not a truth that I can teach him.
At my behest, Brenorn has agreed to stay his blade regarding Rellas providing Rellas does not force him to do otherwise. Whilst Brenorn and Tylan will listen to me, however, the rabid fool Thaylengir and his lackeys are beyond my reach. I know that Rellas thinks little of Thayalengir, but complacency around that divided man would be a grave error. I have warned my friend as best I could. I can only hope that he listens now.
In the meantime, my domestic illusion of bliss continues. Even with no experience of such things, Cyfier plays the husband figure perfectly. He would appear to have adapted to it quickly and happily. I know, however, that deep down he fears for my safety, believing the few of his enemies yet to live will strike at me in a bid to hurt him. Because of this, I know the daydream will soon shatter and my love will depart with blade in hand to finish that which he started. I dread that day.
