When Eofeole had left Bree for the first time his path was long and wearying but he never ceased walking. His path took him long and far and of all the places, he came to Forochel. He has never endured such cold. It is not often when Eofeole is beaten by the climate but this is where he had fallen upon the side of the road, for the first time.
His body layed cold and motionless for many minutes, death was approaching and there was little that could be done for him. But due to some fortune, a dwarf happened to stumble upon the man who lied there, cold and motionless on the snow. The Dwarf dragged him from the path and had gathered what little wood he can found and had made a fire next to the man, he stired.
After about half and hour Eofeole finally awoke, he thanked the Dwarf deeply for saving aiding him. He then insisted that he aided the Dwarf with any tasks which he had. However, the Dwarf seemed to be of a similar kind as him, they both were wanderers and they both knew not where they were going. The two spent many days together, camping in the cold. Aiding who they can here and there within the Icy lands. But eventually Eofeole had decided that there was little reason for either of them to stay in those lands. But they did so together and began to travel with one for a time, with hopes that they may both find that which they seek. Though it is doubtful that they may find them in the same places.
A companionship that is bound to part...
