With hurried hands do I write this, for the night has been most tiring.
Hawk has come back from training, and it seems he took well to me. He's quite the handsome fellow and that I am truly unafraid to admit. I've been told by my kin that an Elf not betrothed holds a strange fate. Yet this fate does not come off to me as strange, perhaps unusual. Soon though, I had to attend to more pressing matters.
The next night I made my way into the Prancing Pony, looking quite desperately for a room as I had longed for the comforts of a bed and a warm hearth for far too long. I thought I might spoil Bjorn as well. Although the rooms were full, and one in particular with a familiar face, and good folk.
A rather exotic man beckoned me into the room, accompanied by Lore, Addiela, and her Uncle. He looked to me quite flabbergasted. He said in all of his years had he not seen an Elf. I couldn't help but smile, quite rare do you have the chance of changing someone's perspective. Though he still believed the old tales he was taught in the Maerc. I could not blame him, as traditions were hard to break.
After some hushed conversation we left to the Safehouse. To meet with Xanderian, where we spoke of the object, of the landscape and our tasks. It seems to me now that we've many capable allies. I'm quite eager to help these people, for they've been kind of heart, and willing of ear.
I look forward to what the future has in store.
