Leaving under Starlight

Yrill departs Numenstaya while it is slumbering for the most part. Ceuro waved 'farewell' as she headed for the gate. That was how she wanted to remember 'home' over the next months, as somewhere safe and welcoming. Something worth what she was about to do.

She was not arrogant concerning her abilities, but she was quietly confident. To her admittedly limited knowledge, no scouts had been sent recently in the direction of Mordor. She could be wrong of course, and Lord Elrond was sitting in Imladris with a table load of information. But she wanted to see for herself. Yes, she would make first for Imladris, but if not satisfied, she would scout as far as she was able. Whatever the dark lands were doing, she doubted it was something wholesome.