A week has passed but it seems as a year to my mind in the waking world. Always in Pelargir I have heard the tales of the enchantments of the elves but I did not truly believe. My wounds healed and my spirit refreshed but the moon and stars are changed.
Archallas my friend has set out on a journey and none here have heard tidings. I think I too shall set out once again for the fields of the north. My business in Fornost lies undone. Perhaps I shall find rumor of my friends along the way.
