[Celuien]

Evil times are upon us, friends. Long have we known that doom would come upon us, yet none us of looked to see it in our time. Yet it seems that fate has chosen us alone of the Seal Folk, and the Reindeer Folk that were our ancestors (may their memory be praised!) to meet this horror. And what a wicked horror it is that would choose to slay Elempi, kind man that he was. I will not forget the many hours he spent, telling me the tales of our folk, when I was but I lass no higher than his knee. May we swiftly avenge his death.

I know not who among us has turned to evil. I will vouch for my own family, though in truth, I cannot be certain if any among them have been brought into the dark. But I find it hard to believe that my own husband, the Man of Many Pans, could possibly slip out of our home to do foul works without somehow alerting me. Nor could my girls, Kitanna and Naria. And don’t any of you go accusing my poor, sweet, quiet Naria for her shyness. Why, it isn’t her fault, what with her father and me always talking at each other. Poor child could never get a word in edgewise. No wonder she doesn’t say much to us anymore. Nor can I believe that my dear sister Jenny or my father (morm) could be werewolves. I’ve known them my whole life and they’ve never been anything but good to me. Except for the whole business of their opposing my marriage, but I’ll not hold that against them.

That Eomer though. Imagine him courting my daughter without so much as a word to her father or mother. ‘Tis most shocking behavior and speaks to some mischief. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit if he did turn out to have lupine tendencies.

So much uncertainty. I would try to heal the evil that has befallen us, but this foe is beyond my poor skill. Fevers and ill humours - ailments of the body - I can assuage, but the business of Wizards, Good or Evil, is outside my ability.

I rejoice that the Good Wizard in our midst has cured one of our number who had fallen to evil treachery. I doubt, however, that the one was Loki. Though I appreciate his deliveries of leeches for my healing art, he is somewhat less known to the village than some of the others here. The Evil Wizard could strike a sore blow to us by taking those closer to the community; my husband or father, for instance. That crazed adventurer the phantom. Or even, yes, the rascal Eomer. And any of them are as likely to have drawn the notice of our Good Wizard too. All have served our village well, and could aid us greatly in possession of the gifts the Good Wizard is said to be able to bestow. But only the Wizards, and perhaps the saved victim, know who the fortunate one is.

In way of advice, I can only say to try and keep a clear head. Watch for those among us who are changeable, for they might have changed in more ways than their words. Even to the point of seeking our destruction.