Ruadan

The night was bright over the ruins of Echad Mirobel due to the sky being clear. The stars shone down upon the remnants of the past casting eerie shadows to those who watched through the darkness.

Hiril Elisbeth had arrived earlier in the evening and I now watched as she studied the book before her, its ancient pages cast a glow upon her fine features. Was there an enchantment at work or mere playful reflections of the fire I could not tell? But old beyond my years I knew the book to be.

Ruadan arrived late into the township of Bree the smell of the town greeted his nostrels before he even laid eyes upon the brown wooden gate. Once he had exchanged a few words with the gate keeper he slowly rode up to the inn located in the heart of the town the bright light of its interior flooded out to the square in front of the structure.

Ruadan found himself at the ancient fortress of Ost Guruth a once great fortress of the Rhudaur located in the area menfolk referred to as the Lone Lands. The Urch he encountered were easily to avoid they were lesser minded than their stronger relatives found to the east.

He climbed the steep steps to the gateway and entered though the archway to await upon the other of his folk who due here soon.

Ruadan opened the letter as he leaned with his back to a tree in Chetwood. He had been watching the comings and goings around Bree for sometime now. The elves appreciated that he could travel where he could not and his skills meant that often not even men did not see him. They would perhaps see a trader on his way home as he would often tell people if they enquired of him, or perhaps a trapper setting out in the early dawn to set his traps.

None were aware of his true purpose, that of gathering information.

IN SEARCH OF ANSWERS PART TWO

The company arrive at Echad Dagoras, our company led by the Lord Virthalion
one of the elders of the Warband.
They arrive to find no news of the Lady Elisbeth or our Captain Lord Imieran.