Fiontann folded the letter he had just written and sealed it.
-Take it to The Peaceful Peach at Newharrow. He said to Riston, The Thirsty Boar’s errand boy. The young man took it and Fion spoke again.
-It’s for a man called Fenley from the poster you brought me. I wrote the name as you can see.
The boy nodded and left. As soon as the front door closed Mairu, Fiontann’s dog could be heard barking cheerfully and running, the running receded, following Riston away towards the gate to the yard. Fiontann put the writing stuff on the small bookshelf by the bed and smoothened the pillows under his back and straightened the sheet that was thrown over him. He carefully say upright on the bed again making sure that he didn’t move his right leg at all and very carefully leaned towards the bookshelf once more.
Fiontann opened the leather pouch carefully and let what was inside slide in his palm and put the pouch down next to him. He held the small stone in his right thumb and index and looked at it. It was a green oval stone with an engraving that looked like an eye with a symbol in it. It was relatively heavy for its size, roughly the size of an adult’s eye. Cedwyn had pulled it from Alia Brightblossom’s pocket when she shot her dead after the fight at the graveyard. The strange yellow mist that covered it didn’t allow them to see much and Cedwyn had shot Fiontann earlier, luckily she shot his right leg, nothing too serious and nothing that he didn’t experience before. Now he had to lay in bed for many days, which he did, not wanting to prolong the healing process.
The whole affair was distressing for everyone but it was no over. They had left the stone and it needed a safe place out of reach or sight. It had to wait though, he couldn’t even walk, let alone travel. He gazed at the cane that was leaning against the wall across the bed and then back at the stone wondering how such a thing could have so powerful. If it was. Despite what he had seen Fiontann never believed in magic, everything can be explained one way or the other, even the visions at that house… He brought back that vision and squeezed the stone. His attention was stolen by the rumbling of a storm over Bree… Something didn't feel quite right about it but he couldn't do anything. He thought of Cedwyn and the conversation they had, he wondered where she was now. He looked around the room for his sword.
Eventually, he put the stone in the pouch again and tied the string around it and put it behind the books on the bottom shelf, out of sight. The chilly wind came through the window and the storm would arrive soon, a good time to sleep, listening to the rain falling on the roof of the house.
