From the castle quarters, the window of Fernmirs workroom overlooked the sea and docks that lay beneath. The white walls of this spacious room was full of book shelves, antique wares and paintings. In the middle stood a large desk and a an almost throne sized chair, on the other side of the desk stood multiple chairs for visitors. The warm breeze of the sea wind filled the room and the sound of seagulls were often heard.
Fernmir stood by the window staring at the sea and the horizon. A knock on the door did not break his thoughts. A voice on the other side said obediently “Mylord, Sir Gilran is here to see you”. After a short silence he replied “..enter”. Gilran entered the room, a man in his sixties with grey hair. He wears an eye-patch and has a few scars on his face. His clothing is dark but neat, and his posture is strong and still vivid. Fernmir turned around and walked up to him with a weak smile he shook his hand “welcome my old friend, how have you been?”. Gilran returned the smile “You know me, the day I die is the day I stop working”. Fernmir offered the chair in the corner at a small table and poured in two glasses of wine.
Fernmir sat opposite of him and gave him an examining look before speaking “What brings you here on this fine day?”. Gilran took a sip of wine and looked somewhat troubled “Bad news, I’m afraid”. He put his glass back on the table and leaned back in his chair “We have kept an eye on your bastard son Brenthelm, as you requested”. Gilran continued talking slowly with a rather low-pitched voice “You know he always was suspecting something, mylord. But this year your bastard boy has been rather busy.” Gilran waited a moment and continued ” He found out that Argyll was behind the death of his own brother Argath and his eldest son Eorath..”. Fernmir narrowed his eyes “Does he have proof of that?” . Gilran nodded “He found this journal of Argyll about six months ago while breaking into his house in Snowbourn. He tried to get the help of the thanes to investigate this, but none seem to have the time.” Fernmir leaned back with his grey eyes staring coldly at Gilran “Do you know where Argyll is?” Gilran shook his head “No, he is not seen in the East-Emnet for a year now, it is unlikely Brenthelm will find him anytime soon. But there is more…”
Gilran leaned forward and lowered his voice “My scouts reported that two sons of Argath have found their way to Rohan…., Daellas and Arunel”. Fernmir sighed at this news but did not blink “And their mother? Any news of Freia?”. Gilran shook his head “She is not with them. Fernmir, my old friend….. please take my advice at heart.” Fernmir listened closely. “You bastard son will keep digging into this, it is only a matter of time before he will find out that Argyll acted on your behalf. And if he does, he will try to find help to oppose you. He will find the sons of Argath, and they will seek their revenge of the death of their father. They are both quite hardened warriors”. Fernmir gnarshes his teeth and was silent for a while peering at him “what do you suggest Gilran?”
Gilran lowered his voice even more “Dispose of them, you need but give me the word and coin, and I will make sure they will bring no harm to your house. I know a group of well-trained assassins that could do this, for the right price.” Fernmir stood up and walked to the window after a while he looked at Gilran and threw a pouch of money to him. Fernmir spoke solemnly “Consider this a first payment, you get four times this amount when my bastard son and the two sons of Argath are dead”. Gilran catched the pouch and stood up bowed deeply before Fernmir, and headed for the door. Fernmir spoke once more “And if you happen to come across that old veteran Argyll, send word to me. Thanks Gilran.” The door closed as Gilran left silently.
