To find the man who has to die was not hard. Yet he turned out to be rather gifted in magic. He must be, otherwise he would not have managed to entrance the woman and Ithil.

Had I a name, I would have shamed it today. I must have fallen victim to a spell. The dead rose again, coming for me. I had to open fire, thereby spoiling everyone’s chances of success.

Instead of protecting Ithil I have thereby risked his life. I have explained this to Rising Moon, yet she says I cannot go and regain my honor yet. Now I owe my life to a man who knows nothing of our traditions…