Yrill

A pork loin cold and pale did lie

In a pan, trussed and string uptied

What would be its uncertain fate?

But a hero soon swung open the gate -

With a spoon, like a sword, in his hand

The baster-as-weapon would save all the land!

He ground, and chopped, and then mixed up

Salt, pepper, and onion (about half a cup)

Fennel, honey, and mustard so bright

Wine, ginger, and clove, a glorious sight!

He whisked and scraped with flourish and glee

This tasteful sauce, so wonderful-ly

“And you were saying, meldanya?” My attention was focused on him again.

He sighed, lowering his head. “I worry that the tide is rising, whether we want peace or vengeance.”

The final visitor of that day arrived after sunset. The clear sky was ablaze with the glory of Tintalle’s creations as she rode into Numenstaya, set about stabling her mare, and found us all in the Great Hall. 

Journal of Khalis Imieran entry 32

The following is a copy of the letter Helcequen recieved when the Arrow patrol returned...

Greetings, Lady Helcequen.

I write to report an unexpected finding that I believe will be of interest to you. My full report has already been given to Lady Danel, so you may speak freely with her and also with Saranasse. 

A routine of sorts had started to develop. Research and continue the cataloging Danel's extensive collection of papers followed by an evening walk along the river up to the falls. The sound of the rushing water was a comfort and relaxation, very much an antidote to the many ills of the time.

“I hate Orcs” she said, a cold statement of fact supported by the nearby heap of arrow pierced bodies.

“I hate Elves” I replied, watching her closely. I did not intend to be her next victim.

Oh, she was a fighter this one, the likes of which I had rarely seen. A tall, lithe whirlwind of destruction with that bow and twin blades she wielded. The Orc party had not stood a chance.

Lord Anglachelm,

Pray forgive me for not seeking you out in person, but a personal matter of great urgency demands my immediate departure from the Valley and from my post as Arrow Lord.  It is my hope that this errand will be brief and my return swift, but should that not be the case, I leave the Order of the Arrow in your capable hands to command as you see fit.