Tinnudir

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This story continues from Part I: From Belfalas to Evendim.

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A hawk soars above the Twilight Lake and heads southeastwards in a determined pace. Attached to his leg is a folded up piece of paper, sealed with bright blue wax, bearing the signet of a dagger.

“Tinnudir, August 17th.

Master,

Too much time has been spent, and it has all been in vain. The forest of Chetwood and the lands touching its edges are wide, and I had not time to cover all of the most likely places. Yet even so, I found nothing... but such turn outs happen from time to time.

Nindrahil had asked me to travel north, to Evendim. I know Nindrahil wishes she could go herself, but as the leader of the Custodians and with the current changes within the group she had to remain in our great hall.

Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir
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The Keep still stands, and the bridge is still tread by folk i can call friends.
It's now that I'm alone, and i've found some peace that I sit and feel more at home with these duties. I have yet to feel like I've earned this Captaincy though, and to firmly lay claim to it, I must have it acknowledged.

Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir
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When the greenway took me to familiar lands, I didn't expect such events to unfold.
No people here know me, and that might be best. I took the alias of Gamber, hastily thought up and honestly, I had to look to my horse to think of it. However much the old Captain forbid us to go in to the Town itself, it was too long of a road to stay away from well-reputed ale and properly cooked food.