Yrill was in no particular hurry, there was no known deadline. But she wanted to accomplish her task sooner rather than later. It took only a couple of days to reach, and ride past Bree. She had no intention of stopping at that town. 

She recalled back two years, when they had been bothered by some Breeland brigands, and Estarfin had suggested retaliation. She had seen his point, and would have gone along with it if Danel and Parnard had not been kidnapped. She understood that not all Men were of that ilk, but had no intention of being diverted by them.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

"Look, Mac, they have a wooden carvin' of you!" thought Beannaithe while gazin' up at the sign. "This must be the place where we are meant to stay."

Ambushed at midnight within the alley of the Scholar’s Stair, Drevorin is outnumbered by a band of brigands led by a man named Ardyn. Unwilling to draw his blade against his assailants, he engages the men in hand-to-hand combat seeking not to draw blood, but to gain answers.