Visiting Old Friends

We're walking again. I've said my thanks to Jethrog yesterday, and tried to leave him some drouts for his generousity, but he reminded me quickly that he has no use of money. How silly am I for not realising that!

Following a day of walking slowly in the blistering sun, today the low cloud has kept the heat of the day down, and we've made a good pace during the morning. I've just realised that we are very close to an old friend of mine - wizard Anleim - so it would be rude not to pay him a quick visit. He might know more of the strange events that seem to be growing more frequent.

The only problem I've had with this idea of visiting a wizarding brother, is that Anleim is impossible to track down. Since lunch, we've been trying to locate him. Tomepicker has been up and about in the skies to help but has had no luck either, and so we've had no option but to use a drout-stracyl to contact him for directions.

Anleim found it quite amusing that a wizard such as myself was unable to find his small, yet somehow spacious, abode hidden in a small valley slighty inland. He guided Tomepicker and myself toward him and met us with a large smile. Gorbith, his bonded dragon, padded up to Tomepicker and they both headed off to the fireplace to curl down and warm themselves whilst I sat at the table with Anleim and showed him my parchments and told him of my worries about events in the Great Mountains.

Anleim studied the parchments in detail, compared his annoted map of the land with my writings, and then sighed heavily. He began telling me that he had thought a change was sweeping through the land, and these events were just more confirmation of his fears.  Over the next few hours, he spoke of his worries, and in the dim light of the candles I scribbled down his words. Tomorrow I will write his thoughts up neatly and add them to my parchments.