Companionship

Written as part of the unfolding plot of Northern Charter

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Another late night found Fiontann awake, [[Anriett] was sleeping soundly and he took a walk outside of the house, as far as the Halls of  the Order and back, before remaining outside to swing his sword for some moments, to see how good he could support his weight on his still injured foot. One way or the other he could fight if necessary, but still it was a little early to pursue a fight.