Indoomiel is another one among those ancient pilgrims to Helmrood, who longs only to find the bridge that spanned the bitterbreach of old, and to find the road that winds among the cairns and howes of unknown heritage...
...and thence to come to the Groaning Vale and to mount the stair to the needlesheets, and to see the towers of opal and onyx, of iron and rust, surmounted overall by Direspike, the Mountain of Asps.
Like all those who seek the Hidden Fastness, the mind of Indoomiel is sunk in the darkness of knowing that he will never find his home, for the icy northern sun can attest that it was lost long ago.
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