I have just spoke with a small group of Elves and recounted of the fall of Ralir Dunia. It was a solemn encounter. Made more saddening by the falling of snow that had already blanketed the mountain side by the time we emerged from the caves.
Halyn has departed. With her she holds a guilt and sadness I fear she may not escape for a long while. I guess that is the end for such tidings as were her's.
I have been given the jewel that Ralir had used to bind the demons before destroying their statues in the caves. After turning the clear jewel in my hands a few times, I noticed that its silver backing bares a description that I am told offers protection to its wielder. At least, that is what the Elves told me that bid I keep it.
Given the fate of its last owner, I have mind to leave it here.
I am departing the inn. With the thanks of the barkeep and a few patrons that saw me come and go. The woods seem more peaceful now. With me, I carry more sadness away but that of course, shall not be known except to those who read this.
Seeking solitude beneath stars that gleam,
whispering wonders and of what they mean.
In this, I write, the words you read,
and somehow still search, ever in need.