The anger in his heart whoever they were was an inferno in his heart, he drew Gurth Sigil and rammed it into the map table... the blade piercing the town marked as "Bree" by spidery hand writing, the blade burrying itself half way into the wood.
It was that day that Tucona went out into Bree to get some supplies, Seraile stayed behind at the orphanage to look after Senda and the other children, the sun was shining outside, everything was perfect, the next thing Seraile knew is that there was a man in a black scarf up to his grey eyes, one of the things Seraile could not ignore on this man was the small brown streak radiating out of the left side of his iris on his right eye... that one little detail that said a lot about the man... not one of the crowd.
The news he carried was worse than a blade through the heart for Seraile... tucona has dissapeared... just... dissapeared...
Seraile could feel the scar going from his right temple to his chin throb in pain, his hand clenched on the dagger burried in the map and table, the emerald in the pommel visible above his hand, reflecting light from the window.
they said there were no tracks, no clues of where she has gone... "How?..." Seraile asked himself, his hunters were some of the best in the area... Whoever he was dealing with, must have leuered her in or she had followed them...
There is one thing he could do... he had to go, look for her, in the farthest corner of themiddle earth he knew, even further... and one direction instinct told him to go, South, somethig inside him told him that, his heart, but he knew, there was little chance... "the trail is already cold" he thought... but he couldn't give in... for his own sanity... he is afraid to lose it... it would run away from him so easily.. he had to keep calm.. keep a cool head... like all the missions... before...
Seraile looked down as a thought occured to him... "what if I never get back?"... another, more defiant thought ran through his mind "Then be it. Death meets us all."
He looked at his pack, then shook his head, he didn't need it, he didn't need anything... only his determination would feed him... sate his thirst, drve him forwards, make him take every step forward, he would not sleep or eat till he found her, no rest, just the path.
He Walked down the stairs and stopped in his tracks, a large man, a slightly tanned skin and Ice blue eyes, he asked if he could have more quiet work, I could not wait... of course he could have it... you could never spend enough time with the one you love, you never know when they might be taken away from you...
Walking outside her whistled the bird down and wrote a message to a worker and told them he is going and might not be back and to take care of the children at the orphanage
he made sure Falethir left... then put his cloak , hood and scarf on around his neck, clipped his sword and dagger and left, heading south east, towards the Lone Lands.
"My journey begins, the end is uncertain."
