Dearest Sister,

I have stumbled upon a small human keep and settlement, although keep is a grandeur description of this collection of human farmers.  From visual inspection, this small community has seen peace for a long time.  No evidence of militia or town watch, very few weapons other than the occasional farmer’s bow.  Old walls, old for humans anyway, have fallen into disrepair, and buildings allowed to grow in too close to be easily defensible.  

I know not why I focus on the need for defense, other than a wary feeling.  I have been here nearly two weeks, the longest I have remained anywhere in fifteen years of adventuring.  I have received no guidance through reverie, and it seems like instinct has forsaken me.  

In my more optimistic thoughts and actions, I have taken a room at quaint little inn known as the High Horse.  The food and room are basic, but fair, and cost minimal.  Although I am an object of interest, and it is obvious that no one has recently seen one of us in this region in years, I am not met with outright hostility.  I have even seen a couple Naugrim, as it appears one is the community’s blacksmith, although the other appears to be a drunken bum.  There is even a small village of the Peredhil at the foot of this hill.

Although wary, I feel a budding of hope, as spring is arriving as sprigs of color and warmer rains break the sky.  Fresh greenery is poking through winter’s crust, and tomorrow the village apparently begins its spring festival.  Perhaps my weariness will be rejuvenated and remedied within this small oasis.  I have fully mended all the wears of physical travel, and my soul longs for guidance from Lorien on my next steps.  Tonight, tonight my dear sister, I think I will partake of the local custom in the common room below, enjoying a light repast and the amazingly fine selection of ales available in such a small inn.

May Yavanna grant these people a fine planting because their light suspicion and interest is a far more enjoyable welcoming than hatred and distaste of most of this land of Axana.

Aa’ menealle nauva calen ar’ malta—–Elyrienne