Cily

This evening, staring into the fire, I had words with Xandilif. She is in Anorien still, driving out a Uruk captain and his men who had infested a group of ruins, and typically having a splendid time. However at my entreaties she finally agreed to come west once her work is done and see if she might pick up Xanir's trail elsewhere, perhaps at Esteldin and amongst the foothills near Angmar. I think she agreed to such an action simply so that when she finds him she can taunt me over my baseless worry and failure as a huntress for years to come.