Turchiron

Gorneleg ventured a bit ahead staying on the edge of the hill then closed her eyes.

Found:

A mystery!
Rangers.

After Nethdir left to sneak a glance at this woman's pack, I was able to observe the woman who called herself "Silver." She didn't seem like the kind to harm others, but her optimistic attitude made me recoil. No one should be that pleased. It doesn't help that she keeps calling us "Dear." Yuck.

Sigfread would be sitting at the table working on a map. Next, to him stands a plate with some dried pork meat on it. he occasionally takes a piece from the meat

Luinor lets his arms fall down to his sides as he looks at Atharan. He hooks his thumbs under his belt and offers a single, slight nod to him to indicate he was listening and ready.
Turchiron smiles at her best he can, His mood still not quite improved, He turns and makes his way back to the large group.
Turchiron folds his arms and fidgets around slightly, kicking around some gravel lightly beneath his feet as he waits.

Turchiron nods, "I can understand that, but we'll just have to do our best, Find ways to make new memories, rather than relying on those of the past."
Hithfaerwen breathed deeply. "I understand."
Hithfaerwen took a moment to speak again. "Will you still talk to him?"
Turchiron looks to her, his smile fading slightly as he thinks about that prospect, "I will have to, I still won't allow this to go unaddressed."