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.
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