Fiontann was walking up and down the road, to and fro the West Gate of Bree, he was growing restless there, more and more. Apart from that he was waiting for the translation of the papers that the others got from Ost Alagos, Mynna was working as hard as he could, he knew that. His pacing became faster and his boots were sounding on the cobblestone path, faster and faster until he heard a familiar voice behind him. It was Mina, the papers were translated and both headed to the Scholar's Stair to look at them, Masrick soon joined them also.
What was said on the papers was worrying, all three looked around, deep in thoughts over that presence of that band of Orcs in the North.
"They are looking for a Sceptre in the North." said Mina thoughtfully and looked at Fiontann and then at Masrick, both men nodded and remained silent.
"They say North and North we will go then." said Fiontann to both. "We shall meet tomorrow at the Mess Hall to discuss and soon after that we must leave without a delay."
Mina agreed that they must leave soon and Masrick supported her, Fiontann was of the same opinion also, so he left, his stop the Prancing Pony. He ordered Barliman to prepare a few things for a trip and he started writing letters every member of The Fateless Wanderers.
Hail Wanderer, I will await for you tomorrow at the Mess Hall of Bree, there is much to discuss and action to be taken. May your sword be sharp, for the road is dangerous.
A brief message like always, what is to be said cannot be heard by others. After that Fiontann travelled to where The Grey Warden had as his shelter and wrote a message for him too, he might know something or want to come along. To fight side by side again.
"So much things to do and not enough time... At least we're leaving..." Fiontann thought as he rode and sighed.
