It was getting dark. I sat alone with Dinengel at the fire awaiting the nightfall. Silently we sat when a stranger walked forward. A comely woman holding a letter. I had never seen her before but she wore earthen tones and had a bow slung on her shoulder. Perhaps she was another ranger?
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Dol Dinen Scouting Report
