Another late night found Fiontann awake, [[Anriett] was sleeping soundly and he took a walk outside of the house, as far as the Halls of the Order and back, before remaining outside to swing his sword for some moments, to see how good he could support his weight on his still injured foot. One way or the other he could fight if necessary, but still it was a little early to pursue a fight.
Quietly he went inside and sat at the desk, pulling out a map of Bree-land, he lit the candle and unrolled the map, it had spots on it with the known locations of bandits and orcs, possible targets for assault to thwart them and to train the members of the Order. He ran his finger over each X and stopped on the black one, the one in the Old Forest which was infested with spiders and wolves. He pondered over that for some moments, then he downed a big sip of the ale he left earlier and shifted his gaze on the other X, the grey one, that was placed into the Barrows, full of wights and dread. Once more he shook his head and took more sips.
Slowly, he brought the candle closer and leaned over the map, his finger now drawing a line that connected all Xs and tilted his head to the side, grimacing as he thought deeply. "Many options but no one is ready yet, they have to learn to work together and on top of that we need the numbers for it. It's time to establish training days!" he thought and rolled the map once more and put it in a drawer. He turned his gaze towards the posters he had ready and thought that it was the time to hang them again, see who would be willing to join their ranks. This time more than warriors, anyone can join. He went to sleep deep in thoughts and woke before the sun went up, his destination Bree, his goal, to hang the posters.
