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A bored, slightly irritated and generally disatisfied elf wanders into the forest. Her lazy steps become less and less coordinated as she actually takes a look around. After a while she pauses and takes off her helm to rub her eyes. Then she blinks and shrugs before dumping her helmet back on. “I’ve been gone for a while, couldn’t expect the forest to not get burned down while I was away.” she keeps walking and talking to herself as she looks ahead “What’s next? Maybe I’ll be knocked out by a random bebilith in the Valley” she muses, then frowns “Like that one time…”

A slight chill crosses her spine as she remembers the unique moment of waking up in spider gore and then goes on her merry way towards somewhere, towards anywhere.

Word begins to spread among the elves of Amia that a Trial is rumoured to start soon in the city of Winya. Evidently the accused is even suspected of having a hand in the dreaded burning of the Amia Forest.

Speculations fluctuate but who knows what it might end with?

*Madrik paces the floor of the Tower of Mystra with an open book on his arm and a pen tapping the mesh of his helm.*

This doesn't add up.

*The thick book is full of accounts by witnesses and sources of information gathering over the months. He points with his pen to a drawn time line, following it from left to right, until he taps his pen on some dark spots.*

The only way to save Kell's life is to talk to his wife. Let's hope I'm not too late.. again.

A Hin hears the rumors going around about Kell. A frown forms around her face.

Finally, some good news...

She ponders for a few moments with her frown still painted on her face. After a few moments of thought, a smirk takes it's place and she walks off.

*Wanders into the ash strewn lands, picking his way lightly amongst the burned ruins, and becoming increasingly frustrated at not finding anything of value within them. Crow explores the area further, as is his wont, something in his blood, and discovers something he had not noticed before...*

Amidst the recent regrowth of the area, an amount of darkly clad individuals have taken station, watching over the goings on with a wary, combat-readied gaze, occasionally being seen working closely with personnel affiliated with the Grove of Oakmist Vale, though otherwise providing little in regards to obvious activity. Excluding the quick elimination of individuals when a fight decides to break loose

While they lack any symbols of affiliation, there's one common denominator between all of these mysterious individuals;

Their left eye has been removed with surgical precision.

Often among these darkly clad individuals is a certain former-guard-now-member, directing men and giving orders where necessary - usually keeping herself near the Grove proper.

The Amia Forest recovered faster than Madrik. No, this man was not so devastated by the statues of black tree trunks and the snow of ash. But like the forest, his heart was nearly destroyed by the arsonists.

It was no secret Madrik Street investigated the blaze. Unlike the other investigators, however, he was able to collect an immense amount of information and testimonies. The time lines, comparison lists and data graphs were made as pillows on his desk; he hardly slept. The people of Amia do not look upon his face, always covered by his renowned helm, but if they had, they would have easily noticed his eyes bloodshot and a sense of hopelessness with their weary gaze.

He was also battling the possibility that his close friend, Kell Ap' Morgan, was Sharran and one of the accused. After all was said and done, long after Ray Rodgers was destroyed and Kell Ap' was arrested, Madrik continued his investigation, but this time, for Kell Ap's innocence. Out of desperate love and disbelief, Madrik continued his sleep depriving work.

Madrik's methods were questionable. Only his ties with the Weave Knights kept his wearing welcome in the Monolith of Mystra long enough to prepare for Kell Ap's trial. During this time, Madrik caught the attention of the Sharrans. While Madrik assumed he was taking advantage of the Sharrans and playing them, the Sharrans were only seeing their plan being executed.

He was the only defender of Kell Ap' Morgan. The evidence, to him at least, was overwhelming. Despite, the defendant was found guilty and Madrik's reputation began to plunder. It was then the Sharrans struck at his heart.

For many weeks Madrik battled the Sharran influence. There were days Madrik was at an awkward peace living in the deep Caraigh woods with his dog, Roxanne. And there were days Madrik barely remembers; the days of absolute hatred and anger; the days he burned his many bridges - he even tried to murder Hidden Glade member Eldainia for no apparent reason.

Like a miracle, his allies persevered. They upheld their faith in Madrik after he was convinced no one cared. Through a recommendation from Willow Maynare, Lyle B. Torrowfire offered an atonement through Shar's greatest enemy: Selune. He required five letters from individuals with strong standings to vouche for Madrik. They delivered.

However, just before Madrik received his blessing, he was captured by a feared drow known as Maltha'gor. Madrik endured constant physical torture through many sadistic means only fueled by starvation. After a week, a raiding party of friends and allies came for him in force.

After his rescue and he was barely able to move, Madrik snuck out of the Salandran Temple to find Lyle, and finally received his atonement.

To this day, the Amia Forest and Madrik Street share a common scar. He is not as commiserative to the trees as the druids, but he still cares. The price for his compassion was and continues to be enormous. No matter what the Sharrans do, nor what the drow does, his heart refuses to be ravished; a decision he made a long time ago.

Long after their arrival, the apparent local security provided from the Black Caravan seems to cease; their personnel only occasionally appearing en-route to various, other endeavours that require they make use of the crossroads as any other traveller.

The local rangers, when asked, are reluctant to speak of the matter; simply stating the obvious. The job's been left to the local authorities once again.

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