Legolas
"I don't know if there is that much to spare you. All we have to go on are the words of a man pretending to be a paladin, and the presence of my bird. The latter means the bird couldn't reach Durlan, so he is either dead, well imprisoned, or traveling through a place it can't follow, maybe even another plane. If it is imprisonment, I'd guess the bird would wait outside for him to leave, but I'm no expert on such matters. If he had to leave his domain for any reason, he'd let the council know, unless he'd have to leave in a hurry. But then he'd try to contact later on.
I have sent him several birds over the past weeks, and only this last one returned directly to me. Which means that the troubles are either recent, or someone shot down the other birds. There are so many possibilities it's hard to guess, and I do not wish to assume the worst straight away.
We're still a few days from the forest, so I may as well send this girl on to the council to let the others know what's going on.
As for us, we could either go someplace else and achieve nothing, or go on to the Whitchy Wood. If there are monsters like Castor said, we can scout it out before returning and letting the council arrange an army to cleanse the region. If it's clear, I'd like to take a look at Durlan's cabin.
I don't know what game Castor and Vino are playing, though. I'm not inclinced to trust them, but we know too little to do anything but worry. So I'd rather let it be. They could be on either side, but we'll probably find out when we meet them again."
Despite his words, though, he did worry. It was not just that they knew his name. They had wanted him to know they knew it. Why?
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