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ALLIR REACH, MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
SOMETIME AGO
It was dark in the hovel, and neither man was keen on going inside, so Hebryn held up the lantern a little more. They could see the inside, all ransacked and tossed apart. Bed flipped over. "Lookit that."
There was, of course, the man of the house. Must have been the man of the house, given that he was the only corpse in the room. And his head was pulped. Dry blood was coated thick on the dirt floor. The low, smoldering glow of the lantern somehow made it even less appealing.
Hebryn's companion, Sadoc, shuddered and held his crossbow a little closer. "Gross."
"I'll bet you fifty gold that's the Iron Bull doing his thing."
"Even if I had that kind of coin," Sadoc replied, "I'm not taking that bet."
Hebryn slung the lantern back around with him and started heading back to the horses. Sadoc followed, shouldering the crossbow as he went. "At least we know we're on his trail."
NOW
They were still mounted - knew better than to dismount when this close - and they were pretty sure it was the legs of the Iron Bull that were sticking out from under that tent. Pretty sure. It was still dark out. Small hours of the morning. Maybe another hour or so and the sun would start to rise. Hopefully they were gone and their business concluded by then.
"I'm not waking him up," Sadoc announced.
"Nancy," Hebryn decried, and undid the flaps on a small war horn he carried on his person. "You're on a horse. Just gallop away if he acts up."
Sadoc shook his head, "Maybe he's got a javelin. Or a thrown-axe. Some knights do that now."
"Yeah, well, he's not a knight," Hebryn replied, examined his war horn, and gave it a gentle blow.
Wake-up call.
SOMETIME AGO
It was dark in the hovel, and neither man was keen on going inside, so Hebryn held up the lantern a little more. They could see the inside, all ransacked and tossed apart. Bed flipped over. "Lookit that."
There was, of course, the man of the house. Must have been the man of the house, given that he was the only corpse in the room. And his head was pulped. Dry blood was coated thick on the dirt floor. The low, smoldering glow of the lantern somehow made it even less appealing.
Hebryn's companion, Sadoc, shuddered and held his crossbow a little closer. "Gross."
"I'll bet you fifty gold that's the Iron Bull doing his thing."
"Even if I had that kind of coin," Sadoc replied, "I'm not taking that bet."
Hebryn slung the lantern back around with him and started heading back to the horses. Sadoc followed, shouldering the crossbow as he went. "At least we know we're on his trail."
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ALLIR REACH, ZASTAVA'S CAMPGROUND
NOW
They were still mounted - knew better than to dismount when this close - and they were pretty sure it was the legs of the Iron Bull that were sticking out from under that tent. Pretty sure. It was still dark out. Small hours of the morning. Maybe another hour or so and the sun would start to rise. Hopefully they were gone and their business concluded by then.
"I'm not waking him up," Sadoc announced.
"Nancy," Hebryn decried, and undid the flaps on a small war horn he carried on his person. "You're on a horse. Just gallop away if he acts up."
Sadoc shook his head, "Maybe he's got a javelin. Or a thrown-axe. Some knights do that now."
"Yeah, well, he's not a knight," Hebryn replied, examined his war horn, and gave it a gentle blow.
Wake-up call.