Avari

Having made sure the small Lossoth camp is safe from the prowling Gauradan, the travelers investigate a large but deserted tent. The fire is still blazing, there are no signs of a struggle. They look to see if anyone is nearby. 

It is hoped that young Lothrandir can pass the news regarding Ironspan on to others of his folk. 

Despite the desperate chill of the weather, a pleasant warmth can be found in Forochel. Once accepted by them, the Lossoth share food and shelter and their fire's warmth. Good company and good humour are also an appreciated source of warmth to those who have been chilled. 

I had believed this patrol would be the decisive one. I would return to Forlond having found nothing, no sign of he for whom I searched. I would have fulfilled any duty, and more. Time to take ship, I had thought.

And now...that another senses the growing discord in a similar manner to me makes me wonder. 

Not yet! My time in these lands is not yet over.

Whatever prompted Braigion to conceal himself, much like in Imladris, was perhaps to draw attention away: to pose as a mere Dunlanding. He could do that pretty well if he chose, but he ended up taking on a Rhûnic appearance unintentionally. All it mattered that it concealed his ears. Perhaps later he will add a face mask to the bill…then all that would be exposed is his slightly feral gaze.

He passed through the somewhat familiar lands of Eregion, not afraid of the elves there as he was some months ago and better prepared for any sudden ambush. But chances that happening a second time were slim, as he followed the safe roads and having an overly affectionate mount.