A L L I R I A
It was another day. Brynneld had started scratching the days into the wall when he had arrived. After covering two entire stones in markings he had given up.
There were not many prisoners here. Having been one of the Allirian rangers for over a decade he knew what happened to most. Crammed into squalid cells for a few nights and released, punished or executed.
Footsteps. Not unusual. The guards walked a consistent beat around the cells. Brynneld canted his head to one side. After being here and entire year he knew the cadence was not one of the guards meandering along the corridor. Someone was marching with purpose.
"Garleth," Bryn greeted, recognising the man at the door of his cell. "Thought for a moment it was the hangman."
"No the merchant's council and Commander are still arguing about who should decide what to do with you," Garleth replied. He was a plain looking man. Grey hair and almost no distinguishing features.
"So I'm not being executed and not released then..." Brynneld said, trailing off. This was the most he had spoken in months. His throat felt parched even though his thirst had been quenched.
Silence followed. Brynneld hadn't expected that.
"I've answered every question."
"I'm not here for information. You're coming with us to stop her."
TWO DAYS LATER
News travelled through Alliria through word of mouth. Whilst more of the richest merchants had started to learn to read and write, it wasn't common for hired muscle to be able to read letters.
The Allirian Rangers wanted help. Leituenant Gareth Krim of the Rangers was taking a small force of Rangers and a handful of paid mercenaries into the Reach to the town of Usingtahn. They were meet in an empty market square and set out.
Rumours were abound that the town had been sacked by a force of ogres and a powerful sorceress. The rangers weren't orderly like soldiers, there was nothing uniform about their equipment.
In the corner of the square, far from the others sat Brynneld. He carried no weapons, shoulders hunched forwards. He looked like a man waiting to die.