Nalokha

In the late afternoon we finally reached Aldburg, the thane led Leyda to the meadhal, but I had no wish to join them. Harred and I went to the tavern instead with the rest of our men. Harred grinned as he looked up on me.
“Bloody mess ey-today my lord.”
I could not help but grin, “A ripe mess indeed my friend.” I said.
“Was there any true harm in the boys escape?” Harred asked.

Summoned to Folcburg like a misbehaving dog, that is how I felt up on my discussion with Lady, Pardon me, Thane Wulfreda.
Initially I came to Folcburg to treat with her new husband, but the thane had perished.
"A hunting accident" she said.

She asked me to speak matters trough, she wanted to know of our progress.
And initially seemed pleased with my most discreet handy work.
Suddenly her tone turned sour, as she decreed the following:

((These are a series of notes Ar-Iskandir keeps in his safe house, under lock. He is frequently updating the information))

Profiles - Persons of Interest

"This tree is mine, and I'll defend it!" Nolo the squirrel called down from the tree.

"This tree is not yours, it beongs to another!" Up shouted Able, her voice spoke for the free.

That's when Nolo, the red squirrel sung a little song, "This tree hosts my power, it's as strong as me!"

Able, the black squirrel stood and shook her head, "The others will want it back, you will see."

Able parted and rallied some ladies and men,

to push out the Red squireel before she settled in.