"Choices make us and mold us and forge us into what we are today." -Amaya Hoover, creator of Rimedur
Footsteps echoed on the hardwood dock in the harbor of Brookridge. Rimedur Calen strode up and down the length of the dock, taking in the smell of the sea and feeling of ocean mist hitting his skin. The Lathenion drifted steadily in the water, bobbing with waves, still tied to the dock.
"Killian!" Rimedur turned around to see his fellow sailor, Jon, rushing toward him. "Captain needs you. He says he has an assignment for you to do in Bree."
"Thank you. I'll head over as fast as I can," he said to Jon as he walked off to where he knew Captain James would be; the Keg Head. The Keg Head was a dirty old pub that served surprizingly good alcohol. As he opened the creaking door, Rimedur immediatly found his captain. His dark, long curls and long, red coat were fairly load especially with a wide-brimmed hat with a ruffled father covering his head. The bartender nodded his head in Rimedur's direction and James turned aorund on his stool. He beckoned over to his apprentice.
"You had an assignment?" Rimedur asked as he approached, his hand set in a relaxed position on the handle of Death-Bringer and the other relaxed on the handle of Scale-Cracker. "Oh come now, Killian. Relax a little. Have a drink." He didn't understand. Rimedur had been craving to see the town of Bree again. To see the patrons of the Prancing Pony drinking and conversing and occasionally fighting. To find Savela and just to see her.
James obviously sensed that Rimedur couldn't care less about drinking, so he set his tankard down on the counter. "I need you to find someone in the slums of Bree. His name is Finchley and he has information that could bring even closer to 'you-know-where.'" He had a good idea of where to look. Rimedur had heard of Finchley as being a street rat and an omnicient shadow of Beggar's Alley.
"I also have something to help you should you wish to stay in Bree a bit longer." James handed him a small envelope sealed with green wax. "It's a certificate of death. If everyone believes you to be dead, you'll have less trouble going about the town." Rimedur took the envelope and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his leather coat. Maybe he could stay long enough to find his love and set things right with Tylan. After their little fight in Bree, Rimedur's guilt had almost made him commit a true act of cowardice. Ever since then, he had only seen the darkness in everything.
"There is one other thing," James said right as Rimedur had turned around, "I need you to go to Evendim, North of Ost Forod. There has been a new noble House emmerging lately and I need to know if they pose any threat to us at sea. They're called House Bregion." Rimedur knew that name. The house must have come from Gondor. "There should be a steed familiar to you waiting outside the village, in the stable. He should stand out to you I think." And then he was off. He would take care of his business in Bree first and then go to Evendim.
