A Figure On The Road, 496 D.A.
During last night's storm, I gazed upon a sight most mystifying.
Work on the Elixir Well was postponed — with a downpour so horrid, even the eagerness of Meldore's most esteemed architect had to bend. I was sitting alone in my shelter when I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. Suddenly, I saw blue mist swirl around the edges of the tent... so I dared to take a peek outside.
Through the veil of rain, I spied a hooded figure on the road to Glennwood's End with the look of a specter... floating. My gut twisted into knots, and I felt as though I was falling into darkness... tripping down a spiralling staircase towards an unknown depth, where something lay waiting.
I must've passed out. When I awoke on the muddy ground outside my tarp, the storm had subsided.
Perhaps my memory betrays me. Surely, I was only tired from work...