Einhard stud silently on the beach, the battered journal in his old worn hands. his gaze squinting as he'd pass through the pages of the water damaged book. his head tilting as he'd look up over the horizon into the distance, the sound of waves in his ears as the wind blew through his long hair. "Ithil...my dear friend...your death was far too sudden and soon..." the old man would sigh, placing the journal within the pockets in his cape. "I'm sorry you never got to see the fruits of our labour blossom... but I will watch on in your honour" Turning himself on his heels he'd walk away from the waters edge. "your death will not be in vain...until we meet again."