[Gil-Galad]

Gil looked on as the fire grew and illuminated the whole room. the outspects of old decaying buildings can be seen

"i wonder who lived in thsi forsaken place before we ended up here... not in all my travels fighting in the Great Spice War down south did i ever come upon anything like this..."

Gil peered into a building and saw an old table with a broken chair laying next too a corner of jars. Gil decided to grab whats left of the chair and submit it to the fire

"here you go Legate, some more firewood in case"


"we still have time to determine more, and hopefully hear from those of us among us that are quiet... then we can fully decide who seems suspicous, until then i guess we sit tight... something i hardly like to do."