We have passed several elvish villages so far. Each one has been most helpful, even without the need for showing our passport. This close to Laguayil, word has preceded us.
I do note that there are not many young elves about, but that makes sense. They have no doubt been called to the capital to join Nililitil’s forces there. And though those remaining put on a brave face, I do detect an undercurrent of worry among them.
Dunfallon is much like his old self, striking up lively conversations with Rumble and Noralei in turn.
However, he mostly avoids me. It concerns me somewhat. I sense he wants to ask me something – but is afraid he won’t like my answer.
I will bide my time. Perhaps I will open up to him myself. All depends on the timing.
The ocean has dropped from view as we descended from the high plains and is now completely blocked by the coastal mountains.
Our progress will no doubt slow considerably there and perhaps the time will be right.