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Here is the tale of Indrin (consolidated) as was told to me in
the late summer around 30 years ago by a strange and deluded old
man who lived along the eastern coast of the Isle of Belaern.
(I am sure he is gone now... storms and time would have long ago
erased any sign of him. But I believe his name was Gelion.)
Indrin came from the West... from across the great sea. He
was found adrift on a sailess boat, near dead, by a vessel from
the now nearly forgotten Kingdom of Gwaithir. At his request, he
was brought before the King, who at that time was Dhorin
Stoneweaver, greatest of his clan. The court was alive with
rumour and speculation, and it was generally assumed that the
stranger Indrin would perish, for even during those marvelous
times he was severly ill. It was nearly a year before he spoke.
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