*Taka stands looking up a great and mighty wall, so tall that it reached
the clouds themselves. Whistling long and high he draws his gaze to the
sole entrance. A large steel door stand ominously before him. As he
approaches the entrance a voice calls out from behind the wall.

"Identify yourself traveler"

*Somewhat taken aback, Taka reaches into his coat and displays his official
Eleador documents. A slot opens up on the side of a wall and Taka places
them inside, barely avoiding the slamming shut of the slot immediately
afterwards. Patiently he waits and waits till finally the slot swings open,
his papers chucked to the floor.

"Access Denied"

*Taka stood staring at the papers drifting away in the wind. Visibly
frustrated, he takes a deep breath and prepares his next words carefully.

Greetings Gatekeeper of Oromea

I am Takamori Izanamii Guardian of Eleador

I hav traveled many days ta find me finally on te lands of our brethren
guild, only to be witheld access?

Perhaps, Gatekeeper of Oromea, you are not familiar with te bond Eleador
and Oromea share. I was ter on the day of the raising of the grand city of
tughri. Our guild was te loyal protector of that glorious city since te day
she was born out of the earth. I proudly fought and died for Oromean soil
and freedom in the harshest of lands of Agon and i seek entrance to lands
I'd once called home.

Please inform te King Dorundain of my presence, Gatekeeper. I grow weary of
this monstrous wall you have erected on what used to be such lush, oromean
forest. I so despise barriers; especially one of such monstrous proportions
as to deter an old friend

*Taka settles down by a nearby tree. Reaching into his pack he procures his
pipe and proceeds to smoke calmly. He did not have to wait for long as a messenger falcon carrying the oromean seal did approach him soon afterward. Unfolding the parchment Taka read,

Dearest Taka,

My humble apologies Friend. The Oromëa has been beset on all sides by enemies as of late, our guards have been on edge and security has been tightened. Please accept my apology and this diplomatic pass and enter our gates as a Friend and Honored Guest.

-Vadriel Voronwerea, Council Member of Oromëa
*As Taka finally stepped through the large gate the familiar smell of elven lands returned him to his senses. Inhaling deeply, he continued down the well trodden path toward the city. Looking behind him and whistling his two she-wolves closed the distance from the edge of the forest and strode in-line with their master.

As he walked, his eyes searched for familiar faces that may make themselves known as he continued deeper into oromean lands. He may be on an unofficial mission for Eleador, but he should like to see some old friends before he had to leave again.