Galdoriel

To Lord Veryacano,

Lord of the Hammer, Protector of the Swan and its Virtues.

21st of Tuile, 33 to Laire. Eregion

Field Report

Galdorion stopped suddenly before entering to the room, his hand stood still in mid air and slowly descended down. It seemed like he was unsure what to say once he is in. Laters he started to evaluate his reflection from the polished brass door handle with a sad face.

What brought him hither, to the doors of his Tûr? Was it a petition for being deployed into far away patrols like most of his kindred hammerites bother Anglachelm for all day? Was it yet another complaint for Daegond? Or perhaps something else?

"-And when you two plan to marry?"

Lord Tindir's question was blunt and caught Galdorion unawares. Having faced with his piercing Hammerite eyes, Galdorion first opened his mouth to reply but then shut it back. It happening all too sudden.

It was four days after Galdorion's strange dream and things in the real world was going even worse.

Carmacil, Turyamir and Galdorion together with eleven others were the only survivors of the company of 38 strong Malledhrim company. These were particularly battle proven veterans except Galdorion, each of them were true ''snaphaners'' in hunting. Their hands were relentless and minds were unforgiving.