Torrian had been in Esteldin now 2 days, he had had time to replenish his supplies and see to his arms which were in need of some attention. As he was filling his saddle bags a man dressed in the attire of one of the guardsmen approached him and spoke quietly, his hand revealing something hidden under the right his tunic on the shoulder. A folded piece of paper was handed to Torrian and then the man was quickly gone merging into the day to day activity that is Esteldin.
Torrian opened the orders which were delivered to him in Evendim, reading the words therein his eyes turned towards the northwest. Pausing for thought a few moments he then folded the parchment away in his saddle bags.
Mounting his steed he then reached down to tighten the girth strap on his saddle taking one final casual glance around the square before urging his steed into a canter and heading out the western gate towards the Greenway. As he cleared the walls another rider dressed in red rode on an intercept course from the soldiers encampment.
