[Child of the 7th Age]

"I don't know. But I am beginning to worry. Earlier today, I was wondering why they hadn't returned. I assumed they would come back at the same time we did. Just now, I tried to reach out with my mind, to sense where they might be, yet I found nothing." Lindir finished wrapping a bandage tightly about his ankle and rose to his feet with the aid of a stout staff.

He took a few steps over to stand beside Endamir and confided, "Whoever this songster is, and I have my own ideas on that as we may all have, I think he wishes us no harm. The song rings fair and true. I smell no deceit, no wickedness. I think we ought to take him seriously. Anyways it is better to do something useful than just to sit here wondering. I am well enough to search. First, though, I think we may wish to light some torches. I have no desire to stumble over a hole in the ruins and end up digging my own way out."

Lindir went over to a nearby stone wall and, with some difficulty, managed to pull out the remains of two torches that they had set there earlier that morning, the brands still held in place by the ancient metal holders. He bent down to light the torches in the fire and handed one to Endamir, "I believe this will do. Oh, yes, and I would prefer to keep together. Too many strange things happen on this isle."

With that pronouncement, Lindir turned to face the others in the circle, "Now does anyone have any ideas where Malris might be trapped? What sort of places on this aisle would require one to dig? Perhaps they've fallen through the ruins into some unused pit or dungeon, or there's a second cavern similar to the one that the Diviner had."

"Anyone have any ideas on this? And perhaps" he muttered under his breath, "our songster will see fit to give us another hint or two once we begin to look." Lindir had an odd feeling that the songster knew exactly where the missing Elves were.