The day had just turned into dusk, the evening came creeping up fast outside the forge Tim noticed as he stood there, working on a piece of armour, the heat from the forge had him sweating floods but he enjoyed the hard work in the forge, it kept him in shape and his physical condition up so he was not the one that complained when it came to hard work, while working he were thinking of Katnya, his wife and how she was, he smiled as he thought, remembering his promise to her.
He kept working the metal sheet, the sheet were starting to take shape into a harnesk, embeeded in it he had worked a shape of a lynx and a tree. The night had now taken its grip over Breeland as he stepped outside and took a deep breath and looked up towards the sky, it was a clear evening, so the nightsky were riddled with stars, he smiled as he stepped up the stairs and into the house, well inside he began to prepare a hot bath for himself and not long after he sunk into the warm water and sighed as he closed his eyes, his mind went to Katnya and he smiled as certain memories were close with the bath, he laughed gently as he stepped up, around twenty minutes later, dried himself off and got dressed and walked over to the shelf with the mugs and the keg on the floor and made himself a large mug of ale, then a shadow passed by outside his window, his right hand grasped the hilt of his sword he carried these days since the notes about him being hunted.
He sat the mug down and walked to the door, checked the lock, yes it was locked, he unlocked the door and went outside and did walk around the house, footsteps could be seen, he wondered about this as he went inside again and closed the door, locked it as well, then a loud bang in the study, Tim now drew his sword "Who goes there!?" he called out loudly, no reply as he walked closer, the sword raised as a hodded figure stepped out of the room "You're not safe here traitor.." the figure said as a flash of metal could be seen when the hooded figure drew a short sword and walked closer "We know who you are..we know where you live..we know about your wife..dont worry..she's fine for now" the voice were dark and raspy as the figure came closer to Tim "Leave this house..leave me and leave my wife alone if your life is precious to you.." Tim replied with a hiss in his voice, prepared to defend himself if the hodded figure made a move, instead the figure laughed "Leave you two alone? I do not think you see the picture here...Tim Dundring..you're a hunted man..and I have found you..All it takes is one swift slash with my sword and I can collect the bounty.." the hodded figure said and made the misstake of attacking Tim, Tim defended himself with ease, thus the hodded figure might have tried to be intimidating towards Tim but he did not match Tim in the skill of a blade and it was not long after a scream would be heard in the house.
The hodded figure were on the floor, his right hand covering a large wound in his chest as if he tried to prevent the blood from escaping "I said leave me and my wife alone.." Tim said once more, his voice now loud and commanding as if it was to a soldier he talked to, the hodded figure hissed again and spat on the floor, a mix of saliva and blood and made the way back out of the window and into the night.
Tim stood in the house, the floor was coverd in blood as well as his blade as he looked around, fatigued from the fight he dropped to his knees, a stinging pain in his side suddenly blossomed up, he placed his hand where the sting where coming from, yes the hand were coverd in blood "Darn.." he whisperd and felt once more if the wound was deep, it was not, he sighed and found a bandage roll not far from where he was sitting. He took it and wrapped the bandage around his chest and side where the wound were "I need to see Skelcar about this..as well as the captain and I need to have the wound looked to as well..Taala might be able to help if Fal is not around.." He said to himself as he took his sword, placed it back at his hip and made his way towards the Dawn Hall, casting his eye over his shoulder from time to time as if he was being watched, he was not.
