Feathered Dragon

From the chronicles of Coton:

In wander at the mysterious ways of the One True God.

Around me the dwarves pace and grunt in agitation over our missing companions. Lotil, too, fears for his daughter. He tries to work, but his fingers cannot perform their pluma-weaving. Instead, they tremble in a way I have never seen before.

And in truth, the disappearance of Halloran and Erixitl is sudden and mysterious.

Yet I find it difficult to express fear for them. There is too much of destiny about the woman for her to suffer a random mishap in the jungles, this short of our goal. She may not triumph, J know, but her ultimate resolution will be countered at Twin Visages. Of this, I am certain.

Wherever she has gone, it is good to know that she has Halloran’s strength with her. Whatever her lot on this dark and impenetrable night, I feel certain that it has a purpose in the pursuit of our goal.

The dwarves will seek them in the morning, and I will wish them well. Perhaps my optimism is but the senile dodderings of an old man. My companions may be correct in their assessment of danger.

In any event, we must wait for the morning to know.