[cbnicholson]

Dear Mother and Father,

All is well with me, but I long for thy company at times. Tis a lonely path I hath chosen, the path of a warrior dedicated to the Golden Eye'd one. He testeth my resolve two fold the other night. Once in the from of what was thought to be a brother, the other with a dark presence. The Brother wast a Cleric of Rofirein. He wast most curt and ill disposed to accept mine help and so I left him in haste. I will pray that his seeming hesitation was merely the fear of the unknown in mineself and no more. Perchance future encounters wilst be more fruitful. The other test is more of a tale.

Lord Ozmandia spoketh with Master Freldo nd others at the Bank in Hlint well into the night. I listened some then left to quest in the crypts wherein I served a Priest of Toran, Dora, for a time. Upon my return, I saweth a strange thing. Darkness clung to Lord Ozmandia as light clings to a paladin. It may hath been a trick of the night, but mine own eyes didst see ..something. I was most distraught by mine vision. Outwardly he appeareth to be merely ancient and frail, but looking into his full countenance, one canst see dark wisdom and something.. undefinably not right. I hath not the grace of a paladin and so canst prove naught to others or mineself the truth of it. I hath nothing to confirm my suspicions and wilst not dishonor mineself with open accusations. Sooth, this ancient one hast seen almost the full breadth of history and insomuch deserveth respect his station deserves. Tis just a feeling in mineself whilst in his presence, no open malice, just an ill at ease. Bah, now that I think of it mayhap tis was the night airs.

News I brought to some that night as well. Elgon, Mercas, and Cym wert told of M'lord Thomas' retreat into himself. Master Elgon was most gracious in response with the news. Master Mercas, not so much. Afore bed, Master Freldo tasked me to with taling the events in Krandor days past regarding the now deceased Archeologist Alvin M'asty. This I did gladly, verily, his accounting of events wilst be the better for my sorry rendition of the tale Lord Protector willing. Thus, mom and dad, endeth my day in Hlint.

all my love,
Your son, Daniel.

//a fortelling both of which may be good. I assist Dora of Toran as I am able. She continues to be a friend to this day to Daniel. Daniel first see Ozmandia at the Freelancers for his telling of the war of Blood. Daniel's initial reaction is one of great respect, but there this nagging at the back of mind, that something is not quite right with Ozmandia and Daniel's freak vision in Hlint only confirms his gut feelings. Not being a Paladin and therefore not possesing true grace, Daniel laughs it off uneasily. Interactions with Ozmandia are usually 1.) alchohol aided in some way 2.) handled with a lot of stiff respect and reserve. The old elf simply makes the hairs on the back of Daniel's neck stand straight up! Daniel shares what he knows of Thomas' retreat with Thomas' friends at the bequest of Lord Thomas.