As the Company reassembled, ready to march along the next leg of their stop to Michel Delving from the small elven village, Furley had felt a knot in his stomach.
No Deorla, and no Kildwin. Funny how he'd begun to feel comfort in the presence of that burly dwarf, though the possible dent in his skull disagreed with that sentiment. And not knowing Deorla's whereabouts, whilst not unusual, were always a concern. The last thing this Company's reputation needed was to be implemented in one of her shenanigans.
Still, they ploughed on, and throughout the rain of the day they endured, finally making it to Michel Delving without incident. One of their companions had also decided to conveniently mention a "surplus" of tobacco from his family farm he'd like us to meet with them about. Seemed rather convenient to him, but he'd never met a trader so silver-tongued as his associate, Percyvael, so took yet more comfort that they wouldn't receive a raw trade.
Feeling a little tired and more than a lottle cold, they all decided to go for a beer at the local inn. Just as he'd turned to walk the pack horses to the stable, he saw a flicker of someone in his eye, and he froze, like he'd seen a ghost of his past almost forgotten. Though it wasn't like he had, he was sure of it.
My, my. How he'd almost forgotten about that man, and suddenly he felt fear once more. But, more than that, he felt fear for his Company. Was it merely coincidence that this man felt Fur was indebted to him, and as their supply cart rolled into town without their rottweiler Kildwin, and without Deorla, who was known to deal with their like, that they were here?
For a long time, he'd been worried that he'd go to bed one day, and wake to a knife thrust through his neck, but suddenly he felt even more worry. This now was everything he'd worked to rebuild, and all his chickens were in one... well, cart. Well, multiple carts, but one caravan.
Biting his lip hard, he walked round the perimeter to see any sign of the man, but there was none. Was it just his imagination? His fears surfacing? Maybe if it was, it was entirely coincidental, and the man had no idea Furley was here. Or maybe not.
If he was here for Furley, almost overnight everything he had could be ruined.
