[[Demlemoth]]

OOC Note: This is a sealed letter inside the pages of her journal. It is written in Westron Script and phonetic Rohirrim

Eliad stepped inside of the inn and looked around. Seeing at least one familiar, friendly face, he made his way up the stairs to lean against the doorway.

“Good eve,” greeted Eliad, addressing Demlemoth.

“Why, we might give it a closer look together in the morning,” said a man that seemed to be of a Gondorian noble. “As for my… Hmf, other business, I’ve simply been making some inquiries. Well, not personally for the most part. Unfortunately those that I’ve met haven’t been very forthcoming.”

Just like that, Yule-time was cut short for some. I was just talking to Dem before I heard of this supposed rumor going around that someone was out there killing people. Of course, a Watcher and his wife, I presume, came in right at the same time that he caught the rumor. Then, I took it upon myself to hear their conversation.

            “I was doing my job, nothing personal,” came a man’s voice. “It is how I earn a living, Lady Nyssa. My mistake was that the person who hired me told you. Had I known that wasn’t the case, I would have handled things differently.” He then paused, “Poison is an assassin’s err choice often.”

            Eliad blinked as he stopped to see the commotion as Iriul stood by the post.

Well... We have finally found him but.... It would seem that it took a turn for the bad. Let me explain of how it did.

With final preparations done, I went to go find Siofran and Sriva so we could leave. Of course, Siofran had been scolding at a vendor at the market about them having...bad arrows, I could say. We found Sriva at the stables. I guess she wasn't too fond of staying indoors with the building consisting of elves. I wouldn't blame her. I bet Dad would have been the same. Ghost was near my horse as well, ready to go.