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Act III, Part V: Repentance and Reprisal

Marred by memory and by grief, Tinnurion faced the cold winter nights of that year alone. Through silence and solitude he wandered the eaves of Mirkwood, gazing at the stars in great anguish, longing after days long passed. 

 Spiders. 

     I hate them. Foul eight legged creatures that are better hiding in their caves than out in the light. I found myself in the north of the Trollshaws when I stumbled into a nest of them. Skittering on the valley floor, I watched them keep their nests clean of bones and debris from their last unsavory meals. Chittering amongst themselves assaulted my ears to the point they could bleed. Of course that did not stop me, but this was one of those days that came close to.