Dark Lore

At the little cottage in the village of Hamglen, Zavas sat long leafing through tomes that mostly had little to do with the cause of the errand that had brought a group of their company to the doorstep of the Ered Luin this forthmoon past. His thought was divided into a myriad of concerns and to set focus on a well accustomed task of the mind always helped him to arrange what was needed most at the hour. But this time it didn’t quite work.