Not too long after Alex healed Leokhares of his infirmities, Arwen returned with the items Alex had requested along with a diary and an additional quill to record the minutes of the conversation.
"Now then, you write and I talk," Alex said. "My name is John Smith. What's yours?"
Hesitant, the man ultimately used the quill after dipping it in some ink to spell out his name. "Leokhares."
"Okay, Leo. Why are you here?"
"I'm looking for my daughter."
Alex stared intently at the write-up, his demeanor turning sour with each second that passed.
Finally, it took a cough from Arwen to snap him out of his reverie.
"Apologies. Tell me, how long has she been missing?"
"Three days." Leokhares wrote with trembling hands. "I left for work in the mines that day and when I returned, she was gone. I tried to ask around once it got late but everyone I asked told me that I didn't have a daughter!... Some even said I was mad, but I know, sir, I know I have a daughter and she is missing!"