Yrill

“And you were saying, meldanya?” My attention was focused on him again.

He sighed, lowering his head. “I worry that the tide is rising, whether we want peace or vengeance.”

The final visitor of that day arrived after sunset. The clear sky was ablaze with the glory of Tintalle’s creations as she rode into Numenstaya, set about stabling her mare, and found us all in the Great Hall. 

Journal of Khalis Imieran entry 32

The following is a copy of the letter Helcequen recieved when the Arrow patrol returned...

Greetings, Lady Helcequen.

I write to report an unexpected finding that I believe will be of interest to you. My full report has already been given to Lady Danel, so you may speak freely with her and also with Saranasse. 

A routine of sorts had started to develop. Research and continue the cataloging Danel's extensive collection of papers followed by an evening walk along the river up to the falls. The sound of the rushing water was a comfort and relaxation, very much an antidote to the many ills of the time.

“I hate Orcs” she said, a cold statement of fact supported by the nearby heap of arrow pierced bodies.

“I hate Elves” I replied, watching her closely. I did not intend to be her next victim.

Oh, she was a fighter this one, the likes of which I had rarely seen. A tall, lithe whirlwind of destruction with that bow and twin blades she wielded. The Orc party had not stood a chance.

Lord Anglachelm,

Pray forgive me for not seeking you out in person, but a personal matter of great urgency demands my immediate departure from the Valley and from my post as Arrow Lord.  It is my hope that this errand will be brief and my return swift, but should that not be the case, I leave the Order of the Arrow in your capable hands to command as you see fit. 

The copper-haired elf took the silver arrowhead and held it up to the light of the forge, inspecting it with a keen eye. 

“How many?”

“Twenty.”

The smith’s lips twitched into a smirk.

“You lose twice as many in a single day, Dolthafaer.”

The Lord of the Arrow chuckled under his breath and dropped a small pouch of coins onto the table strewn with scattered notes, tools, and metal shavings. Sometimes he wondered how the foreman could find anything amidst this mess.