"Perhaps you could tell me a bit about your younger sister, Dessa. You also accepted her into the Sentinels. Were you not aware of this relationship either?"
Rubbing his beard thoughtfully, Galdrion replied, "Dessa knew more of her history than Perseon. You see, Jonea married a mhun by the name of Darivus Delanatar not long after Perseon was born. But Im getting ahead of myself here, a bit. During the goblin attack, Jonea and the other woman that survived were searching for me. That's how they evaded certain death at the hands of the goblins. They got lost in the forest, and ended up wandering south across the Mhojave desert. A mhun miner found them, half starved, barely clinging to life against the oppressive desert heat. The other woman soon returned to Ashtan, but Jonea stayed in Moghedu with Darivus, eventually marrying him after Perseon was born, more to give Perseon a father than for any feelings she had toward Darivus.
"As Perseon grew older, he didn't relate any better to Darivus than I had toward Magadan. He hated the mines, and really could find no solace in much of anything as a child. I think he felt the forest calling to him, but was not aware of it. Before Dessa was born, I think Perseon was about nine years old, he simply walked away from Moghedu. Things with Darivus had gotten worse, and all the mhun constantly ridiculed the frail human boy that lived among them. But can you imagine the courage it must have taken for a boy of nine to walk out on the only thing he knew, not knowing where he would go, what he would do, or how he would even survive? The rest is Perseons tale to tell, and I will not presume to do so."
"I think you were speaking of Dessa?"
"Oh, yes. My darling little sister."
The man truly did have a wolfish grin at times.
"You know if she were here, she'd thump me good for that, but she is truly a bright spot for the Longshanks family. When she came to me to seek admittance into the Sentinels, I was in for a surprise. She found me in Wolfhaven, strode right up and without so much as simple hello informed me that I was her older brother. Jonea never told her about Perseon, perhaps because of the fact that Perseon despised the mhun who equally despised him, and Dessa was half-mhun, being the daughter of Jonea and Darivus. Dessa recounted the tale of my childhood, even showing me a small portrait Darivus had painted of Jonea."
"How did Dessa come to leave Moghedu?"
Galdrion rose at this point and paced about the room. "I believe we have come to the conclusion of our talk, scribe, though why this interests you so is beyond me. I will tell you some of what Dessa has told me, but only because I promised Halcyon I would speak with you. Sweet, blessed Gaia! I cannot refuse my beloved, but being trapped in this room with you for this long is not unlike having a monk pound me repeatedly to the head." Drawing in a deep breath and letting it out extremely slowly, Galdrion continued. "My apologies, friend scribe, but I can almost feel the grains of sand slipping through my fingers and there is so very much to do. We should have talked while ranging through the Ithmia, for if it is knowledge you seek the trees hold more than this old wolf could ever hope to divulge to you."

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Daedalan, in the year 235 AF.