The Father looked upon his son and reflected over how poorly he was doing in the new neighbourhood. "Should you not be above Expert crafting by now? Your own Kinship? Allies to make the gear you are unable to make yourself? Frankly I am disappointed, but you chose this path, I am unable to help you, as you very well know." Malancil looked away, towards the horizon where Evendim lay beyond the hills "Marancil, you have been called upon to serve with the Wardens. Make me proud, forge new alliances and do not dwell in the obstacles at hand, but thrive in overcoming them... I did, many years ago, so can you!"
Note: Malancil is the Leader of my Kinship on Crickhollow. Marancil would be his son on Laurelin.
