Alturiak 1, 1489
Dre'zel my love,
As Rowan and I spread out in an attempt to track the nothics, and the rest of our companions waited in the courtyard near the bridge to Ythryn, three six-foot-tall glowing translucent blue hands emerged from around the buildings where Rowan, still in the form of a polar bear, had been sniffing around.
