The room in which Rickstan had lived was now a hindrance, he had been in it too long, ill or not, he couldn't withstand it any longer, her had to be out. Gradually day by day, he took little ventures out the room and into the corridors, sometimes to the main room. Many scolded him and told him to return to bed. He looked too ill, took weak.Stuborn as he is, he didn't care, he just had to leave the four walls.
Over time he did feel better, stronger even. It still hurt to walk now and then and his breathing still took some time to cease wheezing, but in his mind he was stronger. He dared to stay out his room longer. Bryse continued to buzz around him, taking care of him. Rickstan did appreciate it but he was no happy all the same, Bryse was newly married, he should be with his wife, he can understand why she was cross the other day when they were all sat in his room.
Butt still, Bryse was here in the main room to the Inn with him. Looking around him, he could see everyone was still on edge, and who could blame them? For all they were aware someone in the room was another would-be attacker, goodness knows how many there were.
After a while, Rickstan had noticed everyone had disappeared to another part of the room, even Ellae had moved herself from behind the counter. Odd, he thought.
He soon found Bryse talking with Verawolf and learnt they were following some Dale-ish boy who had been in the main room for some time. Rickstan made his way back to the counter. Even though he wished he could help, he knew he was too Ill still, nor would he trust himself not to vent out.
"Excuse me..Rickstan, can I talk to you?"
Rickstan turned to look at the very person Bryse was cautious off, and yes he was young, no more than Eighteen. He fit the usual descriptions of those who had been attacking but there was something about this one who shown genuine fear. The boy insisted to talk to Rickstan, either at a table or a room, it did not matter. So to a table they went, watched by those in the room who were involved.
The boy seemed very nervous, his words were visibly being thought and checked.
"I..I know you don't know me, but I know you. I want you to know I do not condone any of these attacks, I think they are wrong. I've come here to put an end to them."
"You are one of them?"
"Yes and no. I am not happy with what they are doing. I never have been, I always told him not to do this, even when he brought his House here."
By this time, Ellae had wandered over to stand by Rickstan. She had already met the boy at the counter when he asked for an Ale. But this was a whole different scenario.
"And who are you exactly?"
The boy froze at the question, now the point of the conversation had finally arrived. The boy looked between the man and woman before him, then lowered his eyes.
"My name is Gythleth, the man who tried to kill you..Is my Father."
Rickstan felt Ellae place her hand on his shoulder and squeeze it in a soothing manner, but all words went deaf. He could see them both talking but he went into a state of shock.
This boy before him, with dark hair, alert brown eyes. This boy was his Brother? A half-Brother.
He still refused to hear the conversation around him, his eyes searching the table and it's accents for an answer. But the build up of anger roused him and before he could think he was off, walking away to his room upstairs, with surprising speed, given he was still ill. Leaving the others with the boy.
It's a plot, he thought. It's another trick, a cruel trick thought up by the dead man's men.
No, it's not true. I don't have a brother, I've never had a brother. No it's a lie, a farse.
