The deliberations at court had left Balthost much more disturbed than he would like to be, the runners delivering the ultimate blow to the sanctity of his mind. This wasn't helped by the fact that Miunaard, one of the elven nobles seemed to know more about the confusing words the runners had spoken than any one in the room.
He shook his head in frustration, trying to make sense of the whole situation, he tried to convince himself that Gildor was in fact hale and hearty and would soon be headed for Moorhen, but something at the back of his mind urged him to abandon such foolish thoughts, if there was any reason to believe that something had happened with Gildor and his queen at the conclave, then something might have most likely happened.
Balthost pushed back on the rocking chair on whic
