"Do you figure out who this thief was?" Brisid took the list from her.

"All the names on the list are known to us. They are friends of Tel'Ruid. It seams that most on this list would not be the one that would do something of this nature. But there be one name on the list I am not quite sure of, Calenechor."

Brisid nodded.

Galethien turned to the patrons in the room. "Does anybody know of this person?"

There were a lot of no's and shaking of the heads no. When one asked what the Mallorn seedling was and exactly what had happened.

Brisid stood as he told the story,

" The Mallorn seeding is a very sacred tree for us here at Tel'Ruid. It is once apart of our old home world. Many many moons and suns ago our homeland was destroyed by the great Cataclysm. A great and old Mallorn once stood in our grove of then. When this destruction came about the Mallorn provided us an escape, to our home were we are now. But before leaving the Old World a seed of the Mallorn was brought with us. Since then we have begun it's growth. When the new temple is finished it will be the new home for our beloved Mallorn."

Galethien continued the story

"The Mallorn has now been taken twice. Once by the Drow in which it was recovered and now by the Orcs. The Mallorn seedling was being kept at the tower of Ea'manne Tasartir, watched over by the priestess Ea'manne till the temple is finished.

As most recall Tel'Ruid had their Fall Festival not long ago. And most remember the attack of the Orcs and their friends. It seams that upon the Runebook hunt one of their Chiefs was killed and an Evil Orc helm of great power was taken by one of guests. Of this we did not know that this had happen. In return the Orcs sent some of theirs to the tower and took the Mallorn seed. They knew it was of great importance to us. Now we must return the Helm if we want our Mallorn back. As to who this thief is and where the Mallorn is unsure."

Galethien started feeling a warmth sensation as a bright light filled the Silver Arrow. Knowing it was the Crystal she took it from the inside her shirt and held it in her hand gazing within it.

The crystal cleared and she saw an image, a Moongate surround by mountains. Near was a shrine of some kind and was marked by a symbol of a tear. Someone recognized it as the Shrine of Sacrifice in Ilshenar. Other images appeared a village by a large Lake…ruins with a fountain...mountain pass that wound round and round to at last ended at a bridge over a river. The crystal continued showing more. Large ruin surrounded by jungle, it then filled with mist and then cleared again to show an Inn of some sort with skulls on red tables...strange symbols marked in the floor...a blood red Abattoir stood in the middle. When at last it showed a man stands on the roof who seamed to watching, waiting for someone or something. The crystal misted over and the light faded.

Galethien told every one of the images as they showed them selves. At once it was known that this soul Calenechor was the thief and now it was known where his trail led.