Fight

It had been two days since The Black Steel abducted that Watchman when he met the bandits of that tight as it seemed group, after a hard fight, the company managed to take him with them injured. Now the bandits are meeting close to that farm that is now burnt to the ground by the fire of that day.

The sound of hooves was approaching the farmhouse, getting louder and louder, the rider pulled the reins the moment he reached the door and just the moment his feet landed on the ground the door opened. An old man came out and looked at him angrily.

-You were supposed to be here hours ago, you're late! Your mother will be angry.

After a long time, Fiontann decided to go to the Prancing Pony instead of staying at the Order's Barracks to plan the upcoming training. He took some parchments, a quill and a small bottle of ink and the map he was studying the last time where he marked the known locations of bandits and orcs. He took his jar of ale and sat at the furthest table in the inn, he came there not to not be disturbed, he came as he did in the old days. His gaze fell on the map and his eyes darted from one mark to the other, all red Xs on different spots on the map.

Another late night found Fiontann awake, [[Anriett] was sleeping soundly and he took a walk outside of the house, as far as the Halls of  the Order and back, before remaining outside to swing his sword for some moments, to see how good he could support his weight on his still injured foot. One way or the other he could fight if necessary, but still it was a little early to pursue a fight.

The road was long and his pace slow as he was passing around the mountains, between which the orcs had their camps and Fiontann walked around them quietly, he had left Hedinn in Trestlebridge and made his way on foot so that he would leave less tracks behind him. Now the way back seemed longer than it was when he traveled towards Kingstead. The river was cold but luckily for him he found some shallow spots to avoid being too long in it and as soon as he reached the other side he made a small camp to dry out before setting off again, even a small cold could mean death out there.

It has been awhile since I have been able to write but now I feel my strength returning enough to write of what has happened, I think it may be important so that I may learn from my foolish actions.

There are so many emotions I have had to deal with in the past week, emotions I couldn't even dream I would have to struggle through. Anger, disappointment, fear, annoyance, regret and sorrow. Not to mention the pain I've had to endure and still do to some extent.

_{[This story is connected to http://laurelinarchives.org/node/40736.]}