From a place much distant to the Silver Walls, a certain elf mayhaps caught word of this misfortune, a fleeting account from passing snippets heard, an inquiry then made.
“Truly, a pity.” they remarked to themselves, a prod of the tip of a carefully-trimmed fingernail upon the inner corner of an eye, flicking a glazed bead from it. “ The Dorberos-Telperion-Uradir, though we had our disagreements, was a kind acquaintance. May they rest well, either in mournful permanence, or in the recovery of temporary distancing.” Another day passed in quiet recline, a musing thought drifted in hopes that the elfess in question might yet be well.
