As the last few days of Ippenshier draw near I am found in an interviewing process to find a blade arm. One of the boys that showed to interview had a rusted dagger not much larger than a kitchen knife, and an wooden shield that probably was an apple crate in a previous life. I'll give him points for courage, but we need serious, seasoned and equipped, or at least two of the three. I was nearly considering asking Azhedo to be my back guard when in came this moon elf. Mithinu is her name, she is quiet, respectful and not much different than Kyliel in appearance. Mithinu apparently has seen the battle ground before and has the right trappings. Her story sounds convincing enough, yet she carries no writ for such an important task, and could provide no one to vouch for her character. Evan cast some magic that would purportedly not allow a lie to go undetected. While she did not become unflapped by this precaution she still could not answer some questions without hesitation. She is easily the best candidate we have seen and with little time to lose we headed out, towards the foothills of the Earthspurs with this new companion traveling in our band. A few hours into our travels brings us to a tiny little roadside hut, not worthy of mention except for a friendly old woman, filled with tales of doom and a knack for knowing our names. I found this to be oddly coincidental once we had learned from the inhabitants of Falcon, our next stop, that no such roadside hut was there a couple of days ago. Furthermore it seems that the Cabal of the Crown is also walking the same grounds as us albeit just slightly sooner than we. I doubt their cause is noble given the arrogance, boast fulness, and demanding nature they had shown in Respite Run. Their efforts show them to be intimidated by our perseverance, they opt to hamstring and delay us rather than face us openly. They did not appear to be part of a trained and powerful army, but freelancers like us, but for what cause or prize? Perhaps they are an easily overlooked group that serves an important purpose into the timing of larger and much stronger forces, or maybe they are just mouthy bullies looking to cash in on the coattails of fear. The thought has also crossed my mind that they too are questing for what we seek and they view US as a Banite mercenary group looking to end their travels. Here in Falcon more evidence of the Bane influence, but we seem to be hot on their heels now, the occurrences and subversions are superficial now and the timing is much sooner to our arrival. Falcon seems a stark contrast to the entrenched scenes at Manyoak.