He slept on the matter not just one day, but several. Now he was standing next to his house, gazing around the neighbourhood from the high point on the hill where his house is located. He was leaning on his left side supporting his weight with a cane and in his right hand was Fenley's letter, informing him about the progress. Fiontann carefully folded the letter with his right hand and some help from his chin and put the parchment in his belt only to pull out another piece of parchment, a slimy one. He read it several times and wondered what might be coming this time, how serious could it be to appear in such a way.
Mandy was still shaken from that encounter some days ago and Bil was careful around new customers. The Dwarf, Dindrik, now carried a bow on him as well, he went so far as to examine the yard of the inn carefully so as to plant arrows in case that he needed to retreat towards the building and he had to shoot. Fiontann was told all this by Riston and the thought of the people at the inn being nervous worried him. He didn't want such a worry to spread to the members of the company. Firstly, nothing happened, yet... Secondly, they've all seen worse. Fiontann read the letter once more and then crumbled it in his hand. He grunted and turned around to walk towards the inn.
The sun was almost at its peak while Fiontann was walking through Hamglen and passed outside the homes of his companions. The first one was Lheuwen's, next to his. Fion admired the way she put her craft to use to remind her of her homeland, the next one was Arved's, the phycisian who joined the company some time ago. Fion turned right, getting on the main road and to his left he saw Eans' and Feolill's house. He passed by the Trading Post and the Dwarf's house, Zavas. The road was expanding in front of him, leading to the Thirsty Boar and he kept going. Next to the Trading Post was Cedwyn's house, her moving to his house was starting slowly, he could see trunks outside the house and other things needed. Finally he walked up the path that leads to the inn and nodded at Dindrik who grunted in returned.
Fion walked to the right of the building and approached the waterfall. The cold air from the falling water refreshed him and Fion drew a deep breath and brought his right hand to his belt. He held the dirty parchment where it was and clenched his fist around it. He was thinking about what it said, the symbol and what might come.
It's time to act, there's no point in waiting. We've wasted enough time already.
He kept thinking and eventually he turned around and walked towards the inn.
-Riston! he called out while opening the door.
-Go find...
