Recovered at last

Having been rested for so long had been fruitful, Fiontann was now in condition to walk without the cane, since the wound had healed completely. He took his longsword and went up to the Fighting Hall to practise some against the dummies that stood there for training. He seemed to got a little slow, normal for being down for such a long time, a little reluctantly and knowing what Sawda would say, he used his left hand, the longsword is lighter than the shield, so it was better to use that. His left hand did well too, as it swung and hit the dummy many times with the sword, of course, he wasn't as good as with his right hand, but he would earn one or two moments in a fight with his left hand only armed.
Feeling satisfied with that he went to the room to wash his face and hair from the sweat and placed the sword back into the sheath. The time had passed, so he made his way to the short wooden fence of the yard and sat on one edge, leaning against the higher part. He bent his right knee and let his right elbow rest against it as he looked towards the West, enjoying the pleasant breeze in his face. It was late afternoon and the sun was preparing to go down when he saw it. The sky a little to the North from where he had his head turned to filled with many lights, from the position he was at he calculated that it was somewhere around the Brandyhills.
-How witless can they be? They will attract the bandits with that light up there, orcs from the camp if they are unlucky...
He shook his head upon saying that and sighed, if only he knew who it was...  His right hand touched his chest when he moved a little and touched a hard object in his pocket, dipping his fingers in it he took out the red coin he found on one of the men that day in the North Downs. He looked it from all sides, turning it here and there in his hand, thinking what could the words CB mean but he couldn't. He knew that the time to find them is getting closer, and as the time gets closer the members must train harder, he may even have to recruit more blades too. Or scholars or crafters... He walked towards the Barracks and his office to find the parchment to make a poster to send to Bree to be hanged.
He opened his chest and looked at his weapons and cloak and a smirk formed upon his lips. "It's hunting season..."