Galendil

She elf started to write in a leather covered little notebook under the dim light of the campfire. The hesitant sound of her pen moving on the parchment was revealing the mess of her thoughts.

I’m travelling alone once again…

Note: These are just the notes of her adventures

Le suilon Mellon nin,

I know it has been long since I wrote to you but sometimes it’s hard to write to whom you cannot send. Still it’s the only way to endure living without your friendship…

I have scouted the Southern parts of the Trollshaws and have found very little.. even if some parts of this place are off the beaten track.. it appears to be used more frequently than one would expect..

One thing is very clear.. those that have saught to conceal there tracks have failed..

I have reached Gwingris.. it has been many moons since an Eldar matching Galendil's countenance was last seen.. nevertheless he was seen heading south..