The Black Steel

Fiontann was standing in front of the ruins of the Barracks, arms crossed, head tilted slightly to the right, letting his hair fall to the side, a frown was formed on his face. He was standing motionless like that for some time, one couldn't tell if he was contemplating or just looking at the charred remains of what once was the Barracks of The Black Steel.His cloak was moving with each torrent of air that was passing, as well as his hair, revealing his face.

The raid went good, we attacked  the bandit's camp and managed to make them disperse, unluckily the leader escaped, Athlenah's father as it seems. He was shouting at his men all the time but when his time came he disappeared, what a leader... I wonder why our prisoner was that loyal to him... I am sure we'll meet him again and I will make sure that I will learn why!

The band had set out from Bree after meeting at the Mess Hall, Fiontann explained to them that they were going out in the fields to train in real conditions. "Many have big mouths, it's time to see what they have." he said and sent everyone outside to get on their horses.

Written on the other side of the parchment in an almost hurried manner.

Another day at the Prancing Pony, this time FIontann sits with his usual jar, which is thrice the size of a regular tankard and a bottle of whisky which he pours into the jar every now and then, mixing it with the ale. As he sits he writes something in his journal, his thoughts...

After a long time, Fiontann decided to go to the Prancing Pony instead of staying at the Order's Barracks to plan the upcoming training. He took some parchments, a quill and a small bottle of ink and the map he was studying the last time where he marked the known locations of bandits and orcs. He took his jar of ale and sat at the furthest table in the inn, he came there not to not be disturbed, he came as he did in the old days. His gaze fell on the map and his eyes darted from one mark to the other, all red Xs on different spots on the map.