Entry Twenty Three: Too Face The Consequence
It is as one thought…
The Bloody Dawn seeks vengeance for the foolish mistake made amongst the chaos. That dark night where one would pierce the leg of Taala with an arrow. The girl who once questioned one, who eventually built a bond on the quest upon the Misty Mountain. Astonished when one brought down the giant that attacked the company…
One would never say that we were close, but he knew he could trust her. But that bond was shattered the night that mistakes were made. Neyaa would explain how she managed to find one. A spy, a sellsword, a drunk… The man known as Andelin Hemlock had been watching one as he traded his vegetables grown from his garden. One no longer wore the same greaves that he was known for. A common farmer he looked. Is that was what put doubt in Andelin’s mind for capture and claiming the bounty for himself?
Perhaps, though one knew he watched but foolishly mistook him for a random adventurer. Neyaa continued to explain that Andelin went back with the information and gave it all to Taala. Basaran, the new captain of the Bloody Dawn would have no part in the manhunt. Perhaps it was due to an old friendship, as one was there watching over Basaran’s first assignment within the Dawn, giving his approval.
Continuing, Neyaa said that Taala and a man by the name of Eroforth set out to find one, yet where unsuccessful in doing so. One had made the trip to Thorin’s Hall in search of a dear friend, a brother… Perhaps it was fate, that one avoided confrontation. But Neyaa knew who it was one seeks. Fiontann, former officer of the Bloody Dawn. She explained that he has been missing and she to seeks to find him. It was then the question was asked… One knew it only to be a matter of time…
“Come back to Bree, clear your name and find Fiontann…”
One would look over to the cabinet where what once resembled honour and justice, only brought shame and grief to one’s heart. It had been sometime since he had even heard the name “Grey Warden”… But to return to Bree? Where the final wrong doing one committed and confront it as a shell of the former man he once was? It would be the easier option to politely decline, yet it has never been in one’s nature. His friend, Fiontann also appears to be in need of his aide. A sworn oath was made, the day Fiontann and his men, rescued one from the clutches of evil at the base of Angmar. One would not sit idle…
The hour grew late and Neyaa needed to rest. One allowed her to take shelter within his abode, giving up his bed for the woman who stole his heart for the second time. Feelings would again begin to linger, but knowing she awaits the return of her son’s adoptive father, Deredan to return would call for restraint. One would allow her to sleep, attending to one last little deed.
If he was to return, he would need the one little trinket that never left his side. The locket of his betrothed, Lirita. One will miss you always till the end of days… But your locket has been the sworn protector of what was once honourable and just. The key that will unlock the memory of adventure, triumph and grief…
It is time for the Grey Warden to rise… It is time for the Grey Warden to face the consequence…
