“Six Degrees of Baal’morda”

Strongbow and Ledolas stood outside awaiting Aramir and her departure from that tower, nestled behind the entrance to the Crypts. They bid their farewells and Strongbow gated the group back to the Glade. Earlier that evening, a handful of them had already visited this tower, the crypts, and two enclaves at the behest of a man who arrived at the Arrow, with news on Azeron's research.

Finally, when everyone dispersed from the Arrow, Tal gave Myra his horse, Vanima and bid her a good night. Myra eye the horse. She had never ridden one before. Taking the beast inside, she climbed on a stool in the Arrow and climbed onto the horse.

As she leaned over and pushed open the door, the horse decided to have a little fun. It began trotting along at it's leisure. Myra held on for dear life, until the horse finally stopped. Trying to slide down off it's back, Myra instead fell on her bottom.

A small distance from her she noticed Azeron, still sipping from the pitcher of wine he had taken from the Arrow even earlier.

Approaching him quietly, they spoke for some time. He had not known about what had occurred between Glorfindle and herself, of course, how many did? They spoke at some length, when the conversation came around to the strange illness that was now slowly killing him, instead of Melyanna. He told her how he had researched, and could only find a way to take the illness from her, not cure it.

Myra thought back on every odd manuscript she had read. The events and facts were so spread out, yet in a way they all held a single link in her mind. Baal'morda. She thought back to her first meeting of Dolenamo. And to her discovery of that strange book on the roof of an isolated tower in the north. And she thought of the journal she had found, written in Dolenamo's hand... the story of Delphianne and it's surrounding events. The journals of the Brother, from the enclaves. Even the unsettling tower behind the Crypts. And each and every path of thought lead her back to one place and one creature.

The Crypts, and Baal'morda.

Hesitantly she shared her thoughts on it with Azeron, before they bid each other a good night. She knew it was all the speculation of a child, but she promised she would help him in any way she could.