"Ah, yes, that. I have reason to believe that somewhere in Kenabres there is a manuscript by an elf from Kyonin who witnessed Earthfall..."

"...for personal reasons, I would like to study it. But no matter how hard I try, I have failed to find it. Even in the Blackwing Library I only found a mention that the manuscript exists and is held somewhere in the city." 

"I'll keep an eye out. I hope one of the others reads Elvish, because if not, it's going to be hard to distinguish what you're looking for from any other document."

"I appreciate the attempt. Nor would I object to being brought unrelated documents and asked to check." 

Wait, he can't see, how would he--oh, visions from his cool power, of course. Although. 

"Is it the case that if you find the document you're looking for, you'll get the vision you want from it? Like, if it was a copy of a copy of a copy--Earthfall was a long time ago." 

Sigh. "I'm afraid that's a risk I have no way around." 

Earthfall was...a very long time ago. 

Long enough for an elf to look old?

Maybe. From the way he said "personal reasons," it doesn't seem like a great idea to ask. 

"It may be stored in the archives of the Grey Garrison. They wouldn't let me in when I visited--I understand it to also contain classified military information. Quite understandable, but now that the demons have had as much access to the archive as they like, I can't imagine it would hurt to check, after the Wardstone is dealt with." Assuming they're all still alive and he Grey Garrison is still standing, obviously. 

Obviously. "I might also ask Horgus Gwerm about it, when I get around to escorting him to his place. It may be a long shot, but hey, no reason not to." 

"I appreciate your willingness to help." 

"Oh, I'm more helpful than is reasonable, ask anyone." 

And then she's going to go find Lann and give him the ring. 

"What's that around your neck?" Lann asks when he sees her. 

"Hello! My name is Altan." 

"Huh. Where'd you come from, little guy?" 

"I found him poking around in the stuff I stashed in the rafters where it's hard to get to if you can't fly. He came from Tian Xia, before that." 

"From Hongal. Which is in Tian Xia, yes." 

"That's a long way away." 

"I heard about the Worldwound and I wanted to help." 

"Well, I don't think there's anyone here who can't relate to that. I'm Lann." 

Altan bobs his little head. "It is an honor to meet you." 

"Oh, the reason I wanted to talk to you was--I talked to the Storyteller again, and among other things, he had a thank-you present for us, for rescuing him." She produces the ring. "It's magic! It protects against fire a little bit--I'm already fire resistant, and several of us wear armor," or at least, like, shirts, "and Nenio might decide to study it instead of using it--I figured you would get the most use out of it." 

"...Thanks." He is having a Weird Feeling, which he is NOT going to examine right now, or maybe ever. He puts on the ring. "He just gave you a magic ring?"

Shrug. "He's very mysterious, has an unusual power, and manages to be that physically old despite being an elf--does that not sound like the kind of person who has magic stuff?"

Snort. "I guess when you put it like that it makes a weird sort of sense. I'm just not used to things like that happening in real life." 

"Lann, the city was attacked by Deskari himself, I managed to pick up your tribe's ancient culturally important sword, and now you guys are coming up to the surface like you've been going to do someday since forever--you'd better get used to things like that happening! These are the days of miracle and wonder!"

"Or curses and horror."