Stoneheight

The sun rose, burning through the morning mist that would gather in the lower lying areas of the rolling hills of the small farm. Rubbing his bloodshot eyes, Hollace looked towards the east, where he thought he saw the glow of flames in the darkness last night.

Word had gotten to him how she had vanished out of his reach into the care of Elvish folk. He was not particularly bothered about this knowledge as there was enough to keep his mind busy. If he estimated everything rightly they would appear soon enough to interfere with advancements he was interested to see fulfilled. So either way would bring her close to him again, it was just a matter of waiting for the right time. He could do that, it came as a natural talent to him it always had. Impatience was so vulgar and demeaning.