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The middle aged woman started a fire in the hearth at the corner of her house and threw two logs in it to feed it. She hung the pot over the fire and poured some water in it from the jug on the table, then, after putting the jug back where she took it from, the woman took a bucket and went outside and made her way towards the well in the yard behind the house, the weather was good and warm as spring should be, even in early evening.
Fiontann was laying in the bed for the second day. He was in the room once used by Lieta in the Barracks until she grew older and got a house of her own with that man Fion never liked. For some time now that room was turned into a small infirmary in the Barracks for those wounded but not badly enough to need to stay at a healer's.
Wait what happened? One moment I was inquiring about a personal matter, the next I am drawn into a bizarre hunt for Aule knows what. Me I still don't believe in ghosts, oh no, the culprit we search is very much alive. Now if only I could figure out what is written in these foul books.. What was it my father taught me in an age bygone?- If your knowledge finds it's limit look for someone to open your eyes wider. Yes yes, I will suggest this tonight.
Carmillia and Bregeswith revisiting the site of a skirmish with some Breeland rabble. The smell of decay was heavy over the little grove as they were going over the bodies of those left behind to find clues about their identities.