It has been too many months since the last time Fiontann woke up with a light mind, having no sad thoughts or feelings, finally that time has come. The previous night he made the old man stir in his grave by sleeping with his daughter, but he didn't care. He opened his eyes with a smile and when he looked beside him she was gone, but he didn't care, no! He didn't care. He knew what she wanted and he knew that she knew what she wanted and she never denied it, and that made her far better than the other two women he had. Those two that were claiming to love him but bedded others behind his back without having the decency to tell him. Until he asked them.
Now he moved and changed many of his thoughts, a new man in a new house, he left his old one along with the memories, keeping the good times and moved to a new one to make new memories! New days lie ahead and he was expecting eagerly to live them.
He looked at the ceiling for some moments and he could see Hardoleth stopping his drinking in the Halls of the dead attempting to throw his tankard on Fiontann for what he did and he smiled and thought: "Admit it old man, you're happy that I'm done with whores, now I'm looking to have some real fun without thinking too much.". He got up and put on his pants and filled his tankard with ale, he took a small sip, closing his eyes as he felt the ale flow in his throat and drew a long breath, feeling whole again. He believed in what he said the previous night to Taala: Love is the state of mind when someone sees another person the way he wants to see it. Erasing everything else, no matter the evidence or the persons doings. Therefore, love is the synonym of stupidity.
He took his sword and shield and went outside for his usual morning exercises. He drained all his energy on them, he was reborn after, there was no point to feel stiff. After he was done he swam in the river nearby and when he returned he saw a raven waiting for him. He recognized it being one of the Dawn's because on its right wing, the marking that he himself ordered to distinguish the company's ravens. On its foot was tied a note. It was from Basaran, he was in Lone-lands the past days, training along with the ravens, how to use them and how to send them where he wanted, and of course showing them the way. All was right, the ravens were almost ready he read. He smiled seeing that the time has almost come! Most of the preparations were ready, so soon he was going to announce the Campaign to the Dawners and take with him those that were willing to fight and earn coins, many coins!
He saddled Hedinn and made for Bree, eager for what the day has to bring, new contracts, ale, weed, fun and much more...
