Whoa be the madness....

[The Returner]

Standing on the roof of the library, a black cloaked man....

he looks out, over the Battlements and main gates....The ramparts and walls. In the distance he can see the imposing structure of the castle being constructed, Waving in the heat of the day.


He sighs...

"I have returned.....and all I see is this....miles of dirt....battlements and ramparts....people scared, or maddened. The trees have withered, and the elfs have no homes...The sand has taken over much of the forest, and the heat bakes the scales on the lizards hides. The hobbits scrounge for food and I......I have promised not to fight...not this time....I've gotten so tired of such an act. Dear great Malachin, may my words safely reach you....show me guidance of how I can help in your great name I pray..."


The man leaves the roof.....in disapears into the hot late afternoon day