'A hunter by the name of Nat Rapkins often travels far to the north-west, crossing the cold waters of the Even-rills that feed into the lake, and conducts his hunts in Emyn Uial. Nat is a woodsman of no small skill and should have returned by now. His family is overcome with concern.

'I did not want to say anything to them about it, but I heard a terrible howling along the shore last evening. It had been driven from my mind with all of our doings against the tomb-robbers, but now I wonder if those dreadful howls had something to do with poor Nat.

'If you would journey north-west to the northernmost tip of the lake and cross the Even-rills there to search for Nat Rapkins, I would greatly appreciate it. He has been gone for far too long, and I fear what end he may have found. He is sure to have remained in sight of the lake, if that was within his power, so do not stray too far from it.'