Order of the Seven

All was going smoothly.

Well, as smoothly as picking up the scattered pieced of a Knight Order could be expected to go. Certainly far more smoothly than Lissi had feared.

Lissilana had been away from Bree-land for entirely too long. She thought, after having her image of someone she loved, that leaving was the answer. That what happened was a sign for her to leave and do good elsewhere.

EllaDoraa made her way to the inn, as per Cynraede brief instruction.

The grass swayed with the breeze that passed over the once bustling village. Who's roads once saw a great many travelers and adventurers alike. Valiant knights of an ancient order, sepretarians and keepers of knowledge from generations long ago. A behind a small copse of trees, a sacred place had been laid out for those who had fallen in its service, so that their memory may never be forgotten. Twenty headstones rested before the Cynraede, the cloth tied over his eyes and his staff laid across his lap. 

Waiting.

It is fair to say EllaDoraa was not good at waiting.

The words of the hunter whirled and spun in her head day and night.  They disturbed her waking and sleeping. 

A continuation of this story, meaning it is entirely unreliable and biased.

This story is an account of certain events that transpired in recent weeks, written from the perspective of Theothar. Since all is written from his (completely insane) point of view, there is a high chance none of the following is at all accurate.

The inn seemed busier than usual as we entered that night.  Huddles of people in stood around the edges of the room, speaking in hushed tones.  These were not the usual clientele.