Kelnin makes a choice.

The stars watched a lone figure walk along a dark and lonely path, they whispered to each other in the darkness about this drifter, about his growing importance, which was written in the stars themselves.  Kelnin wrapped himself tighter in his cloak, oblivious to the stars and moon, only having thoughts for how cold it was and that he was hungry and tired.  He longed for a nice warm fire, a hot meal, and a nice, soft bed.  But life can be cruel, so Kelnin trudged on through the black night, until he finally came to a wayside inn.  Kelnin stumbled through the doorway,and came to the bar, where he asked for a room, and a meal.  The innkeeper asked for 25 silver coins, Kelnin dug through his pockets, but only found three copper pieces, so he slept in the stable that night, without a meal.  So the gray elf took a scoop of horse mash, focus his tired will on it, and turned it into mediocre oatmeal, with berries, and turned the horse water into wine, then after eating and drinking, Kelnin passed out.  He awoke in the morning to find a horse nuzzled beside him, he reached out and put his hand on the horse and tried to feel the life energy of the animal, he could not.  Kelnin got up, donned his leather armor, finished the last of the oatmeal and wine, then stole the horse, and some steak for the road.  A few hours later, as Kelnin was speeding along a hilly path, he was about to go left,but a group of bugbear brigands came up behind him, Kelnin prepared a few spells.  The bugbears surrounded Kelnin, forcing him to stop, then they commanded him to dismount, Kelnin did so, but as he hit the ground, he grabbed the nearest brigands spear and drove the butt of it through the bugbear's skull.  Kelnin then spun rocks around him, knocking the bugbears to the ground, he then picked back up the spear and skewered three bugbears on it.  One of the muggers ran up to Kelnin and cut him with a knife, the elf snarled in pain, then took the knife from his attacker and jammed it in it's throat, he then lanced lightning around the bugbears, killing many of them.  One of them drew a rusty and battered sword, Kelnin quickly mounted his steed and flew down the path to the right, away from the bugbears.  Kelnin kept riding until he came to an elf city, called Athuri, Kelnin had seen it often in his former life, his cousins lived here, and had a manor-house.  The elf rode to his relatives' house, seeing no sign of life.  He rounded a corner and saw his cousins' house, it looked the same, but something was wrong, he saw broken windows, and the gardens were dead.  He ran to the door, which hung of it's hinges, and he went to the great hall, littered with the bodies of his kin, he saw his beloved cousin, Luelen, lying lifeless on the floor.  Kelnin's eyes welled with tears, the necromancer had gone to far, Kelnin went to a rack of weapons, took a two-tipped spear, an enderi, went out to his horse, eyes filled with tears, and rode in the direction of Faelir Forest, to face this necromancer.