Shinelian,

It has been a few days since I have taken the time to write again here in my journal.  It has taken time for the emotions of the horrific discovery of Valsanna the Snake Queen, our battle and near death but ultimate victory, combined with the celebration once the people of Saker’s Keep had realized we had vanquished their hateful and evil overlord.  Of course my emotions have run across the sky and I realize now that the magic and poison had weakened my control.  I would have thought that court life and the demands of the subtlety of reaction there would have better prepared me for these events, or even the few years I have spent in the human lands would have provided better lessons for controlling my outbursts.   The shock of such vile atrocities combined with even a hint of the almost mythical location of the lost OioKalina led to my outburst in my previous entry.  

After our return to Saker’s keep, there was a massive celebration, and we were welcomed as heroes, even those of us who were not of the correct racial background.  Adelaide and I were able to find out a bit more about the background of the Snake Queen, but nothing else of the OioKalina were we able to determine.  However, I have decided to trust these strange companions, and have shared some details of my quest.  They seem immediately ready to assist, as if nothing much ties any of them to their home.  So strange companions they may be, but there is a definite bond growing between us.  I know not how long it will last, or if it will ultimately aid my search for my objective, but if it helps bring me home to you one day sooner it will have been of benefit.

I have asked them to take part in the Kalinakor, which will begin soon.  It is a lengthy process so we have camped early this evening.  I think the events of the last few days certainly qualify as memorable, and mention of the OioKalina at all gives my hope.   Adelaide has offered a feather from her familiar eagle, Null a strand of his long dwarven beard, Azguld his father’s battle axe, a remnant of Eldan’s holy vestments torn in battle, and Xyerius an arrow from her beloved bow.  All are true pieces of themselves, offered readily and with an acceptance of a ritual which they little understand.  Hope now replaces anguish, and I am much more at peace.  I know not what the next steps may be but I look forward to them now, where a few short weeks ago I debated about returning unfulfilled.  

Vanimle sila tiri ar lissenen ar’ maska’lalaith tenna’ lye omentuva —–Elyrienne