CB

Having been rested for so long had been fruitful, Fiontann was now in condition to walk without the cane, since the wound had healed completely. He took his longsword and went up to the Fighting Hall to practise some against the dummies that stood there for training. He seemed to got a little slow, normal for being down for such a long time, a little reluctantly and knowing what Sawda would say, he used his left hand, the longsword is lighter than the shield, so it was better to use that.

The attack had just ended and the company gathered the three prisoners in a line in front of a wall, tied with their hands behind their backs on their knees, Fion approached them, playing with a coin, one of those with the letters CB on them. Upon seeing that one of the bandits grinned, letting his bloodied teeth show, as well as his malice towards the man who stood in front of him. Fion said nothing, he just kept the coin in his open palm and looked at it, remembering the past happenings...

The sun was getting ready to set when Fiontann reached the old Barracks, he stood on the road next to it and turned his head to look at the burnt building, now it was only a pile  of rubble and dust. He looked at it for a moment unxpresed, not holding any grudges towards those who burned it, not getting angry, nothing, he just looked at it and then went on his way and turned right, heading towards the place that the Watchman they abducted was kept.

It had been two days since The Black Steel abducted that Watchman when he met the bandits of that tight as it seemed group, after a hard fight, the company managed to take him with them injured. Now the bandits are meeting close to that farm that is now burnt to the ground by the fire of that day.

They did well, they did as I told them. I sent them to that old hermit woman's house in Combe to watch her and see if she has dealings with a guard. Indeed she has. He visited her late after sundown and they spoke for a long time, it seems that she was showing something on a book to him but Aeirillen couldn't see what it was, nor the name of the book.

The sound of hooves was approaching the farmhouse, getting louder and louder, the rider pulled the reins the moment he reached the door and just the moment his feet landed on the ground the door opened. An old man came out and looked at him angrily.

-You were supposed to be here hours ago, you're late! Your mother will be angry.

A small fire was lit in the depths of Chetwood North, five men and a young woman were sitting around it, all quiet, looking into the fire and waiting for the meat to be ready. They heard that one of their companions killed himself when some people were after him and they were silently mourning him. That didn't last for long.

The light of the candle was enough for Fiontann to read Aeirillen's report as he sat on the chair, holding the piece of parchment in his right hand, underneath of which was laying a silver coin. He read it all carefully and then put the parchment down and took the coin in his left hand and looked at it from all sides, it seemed like an ordinary coin, though it was somewhat wider, not much to notice from a first glance, yet enough to differ and weighted as two silvers do together.