Private Tales Where is the Coin, There is the Mercenary

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Gerard Montefort

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He'd already drank a full mug of mead with breakfast when Gerard remembered that today was the day he was supposed to be protecting that girl; he'd wandered to Oban after his lover had lost her memory, and he couldn't bear to return to Alliria to see the smoldering ruins of his former guildhall--so perhaps, he thought, someplace new might help. Unfortunately, the only thing that seemed to help at all with the pain was a stiff drink, but that combined with the price of lodging eventually had him looking for mercenary work again. He thought perhaps he'd join another company, stay in the back with his bow, maybe earn a few easy gold pieces to pay for his habit--but fate had had another plan for him.

He'd found a flier asking for help escorting some rich family's daughter all the way to Fal'Addas; he knew the way, and he needed the money, and he had the guild's reputation he could still use, so he did, and conned them into believing they'd hired an entire guild to help escort their oh-so precious daughter. What could be safer than having a whole guild at their back? It was half pay now, half when the job was done, and the roads to Fal'Addas weren't so dangerous that he couldn't handle them on his own. Well, at least not sober, and at least not when he'd been in his prime. And besides, he had the money now, didn't he?

So he was waiting in the tavern for his ward, quickly giving the cup of mead back to the barkeep; after all, who would trust a drunk mercenary with their daughter? He harbored no ill-intentions, of course; Gerard was more preoccupied with getting the money, and moreover, he wasn't that type of man to begin with. He still had a magical bow, at least for now, and his swordsmanship was at least passable. It wasn't a complete scam, but they could certainly have found better protection than him...

He took another bite of his breakfast, then put the fork back down, wiping his beard clean of any food with a cloth. Soon he'd have to actually work, and that meant taking a break from the drinks to make sure he could actually see the road straight. It also meant the nightmares might come back, but he'd deal with that when they happened...

Brynn Granfaere
 
As much as Brynn wanted to leave the estate that she spent her life shackled to, she found it quite pointless to go visit her grandmother in Falwood. A grandmother that she had never met before and now, twenty-eight years later, she wanted to meet? The second thing that she found to be silly was the fact that they had hired some random guild person from Alliria to escort her. Her parents were truly strange sometimes.

Brynn had been dressed simply for this trip. Black pants, black boots, and black top. It was boring but, honestly, she was past caring at this point. She had wanted some color in her shirt at least but nooooo. She was already over this as she looked over at Samuel with a scowl.

"Why can't he escort me to Falwood?" She had asked her parents before they left for Oban to meet the actual escort.

"Because we need Samuel here at the estate. We cannot spare anyone and you know that," her mother had answered.

"And Samuel has never been outside of Oban," her father had added.

There was a lot of eye rolling and glaring as her parents kissed her cheeks and told her that they would see her when she returned. She had left with the payment for the mercenary, some extra coin for herself, and a single pack with some extra clothing.

She stood outside The Original - Oban with Samuel and three other members of the family guard. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she glowered at everything and everyone. They had only been gone a short time and she was already ready to go back home. She had always been torn about traveling and she had not been off the estate in ten years. There was some anxiety bubbling up and mixing with her irritation.

Brynn finally pushed the door open and looked around the tavern. The woman had no idea who her escort was so she just hoped he was smart enough to figure out the woman with four guards would be a giveaway.


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He'd been drunk enough when he accepted the contract that Gerard had already forgotten that his clients were an elf and a human, and their daughter was the invariable product of their union; he'd met elves when last he visited Fal'Addas, learned much of their ways and skill with the bow, though he was far past his prime as a warrior. No, he was more suited for desk work and bookkeeping now, but with his company in shambles and the love of his life gone, such possibilities were gone from him. Far gone, now.

In entered the young lady, and three guards--an amount suspicious even for the wealthy, Gerard thought--and his keen eyes determined she was the one not only by her ears, but her posture as well, fitting of one born into the upper echelons of society, even in somewhere as distant from Alliria as Oban was. He was much more humble in appearance, slouched back in his chair in a worn chain shirt with a cloth hooded cloak over it, his bow slung over his chest and a sword and quiver of arrows at his belt. His appearance was largely utilitarian, and his disheveled hair and beard contributed to the look that Gerard had likely seen better days, if he'd even seen them at all.

He stood up, retrieving his coin pouch to place a few silver on the barkeep's counter before approaching the noblewoman, inhaling deeply before introducing himself.

"You must be the Granfaere girl," he said, giving a slight bow. "I am Gerard, of the Brotherhood of the Bow. I'll be escorting you to Fa--your destination. I assure you your protection will be of the utmost quality."

It was a sad lie, but he needed the gold, and desperation often drove a man to madness...

Brynn Granfaere
 
Brynn looked at the man as he approached them and spoke. He did not look like much of a guard...he did not look like much of anything. She plastered on her most diplomatic, tight lipped smile and nodded at his introduction.

"Yes, my name is Brynn Granfaere," she introduced herself to her escort before turning to look at her guards.

"Thank you for escorting me here. Please tell my parents that my guide, Mr. Gerard, seems capable enough for the task." Her guards handed over a coin purse to Gerard and then departed from the tavern.

"I suppose I am ready to leave whenever you are," Brynn said as she held on to the leather bag that was slung over her right shoulder.

Oh there you are, my dear, so beautiful.

"What?" She said out loud to what she thought were Gerard's words until she realized it had been a woman's voice. Clearly she was sleep deprived or something to be hearing voices already.


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Of course, regardless of her origins it seemed a noble's daughter was a noble's daughter still, and that meant Gerard would likely be enduring a certain amount of arrogance and haughtiness that came with the territory... but money was money, as he begrudgingly told himself, and the alcohol he was buying could at least stand to improve in quality, if not quantity.

He saw off the guards as Brynn bade them to leave, before giving a slight nod to her himself. "Well, if you're ready, then I suppose we should get started. Your parents give you a horse? It's a long way to where we're going, especially on foot."

Actually, he'd sold his horse for booze shortly after getting to the city.

"Although I suppose there's nothing wrong with walking--my horse seems to have been stolen or disappeared since I arrived here in the city, and I doubt your mum and da would be too happy about me looking around for it. So we'll get going then, leaving out the city's east gate and taking the road. Along the way, we can establish a few rules, seeing as you're my charge now and such."

He caught that she'd said "What?", but took that to mean she was confused about his directions, though he still reflexively raised an eyebrow. Typical noblewoman.

"Well don't fret, we're just going to leave out the east gate. Just follow me and I'll explain things on the way."

Brynn Granfaere
 
Brynn looked at Gerard like he was insane. Walk to Fal'Addas? Honestly, she had zero idea of how far that was from here but it seemed like a lot of walking.

"Could we borrow a horse?" She asked with a quirked eyebrow. She also had zero idea of how getting a horse worked. Obviously they could buy one but she did not think she had enough coin for that. Horses were expensive...she thought. She really hated feeling more useless than normal.

I would never let you feel useless, my daughter, the feminine voice said in her mind again. She brought her thumb and middle finger to her forehead as if she was trying to rub away a headache.

"Huh? Yeah...follow..." Brynn nodded and turned to leave the tavern.

What the fuck was wrong with her? She was absolutely losing it. Completely. Daughter? That was not her mothers voice.

"Sorry," she started, "I just seem to have a headache all of a sudden."


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Brynn was acting strangely--that much Gerard could tell--and perhaps that was why they had entrusted her to a mercenary. Perhaps it was a ploy to get rid of the woman, to ambush him in his sleep and kill both him and Brynn, to recoup their pay and make it seem like some kind of accident. He'd been hired to perform similar "accidents" while the Brotherhood of the Bow was still around, but his guild had never accepted that kind of work even when money was hard to come by.

"Well, we could borrow one, but we'd have to pay for it lass, and I certainly don't have the coin to rent a horse from Oban to the Falwood. So unless you're willing to... pony... up the money, we'll be hoofing it there ourselves."

The alcohol was clearly affecting him to have made so many horse puns in such a small sentence, so he shook his head a little bit and noticed Brynn leaving the tavern, hustling to catch up to her again.

"If your head hurts, I have no trouble being a silent watchman for you," he said. "After all, they're only paying me to get you there and back, and that doesn't mean I have to jabber until your ear falls off in the process."

They were approaching the gate east out of the city, nearing the stone wall which protected the inhabitants from potential invasion. Outside of them, they would be considerably less safe... he would need to be on his guard, if not for Brynn's sake, then for his own.

The stress of it was making him rather thirsty.

Brynn Granfaere
 
Brynn threw him that look. His horse puns were terrible but they were well timed at least. She could appreciate that he was unaffected by embarrassing himself especially when it was clear that he was drunk. It had been one of the reasons she had rushed off her guards. They would have promptly turned her around if they had realized that her escort was wasted. She did not want to go on this little trip but she also did not want to go home. It was an adventure...a scary adventure...but an adventure.

"No, you are fine," she said in reference to that fact that he could stay quiet. It did not matter to her if he talked or he didn't because her mind was far away.

What could go wrong? Everything. Every single thing.

"Do you travel often, Mr. Gerard?" Brynn asked as the excited the city and the real trip began. "You said you were with the Brotherhood of the Bow...I am guessing it is an archery based guild?"

Where are you going, my daughter?

This time she ignored the words that echoed through her mind. She was just tired and had a headache. That was it.


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Though the look she had given him would have caused a horse to drop dead--damn horses must have been on the mind since he hated the idea of walking all the way to the elven capital--it seemed to Gerard she hadn't been too irritated about it, as she reassured him he hadn't crossed a line and then asked another question, which Gerard answered to keep the conversation going.

"I used to, back when my back didn't ache while drawing a bowstring," he said. "Well, I suppose it always ached, I just notice it more now. Uh, don't worry though, I'm a good shot." He paused, pleased with his statement until his slightly-buzzed mind caught up. "Uh, that is, I'm one of the best actually. Especially among humans. I can hit a target the size of a hor--bull's eye at 50 meters, and that's no joke."

Right, she asked about the guild. Which, last I knew, was a sad pile of ashes in the Allirian streets.

"That's right, and one of the finest around. Built on a tradition of archery hundreds of years old! We've fought in lots of wars around Alliria, hunted lots of dangerous beasties... you get the idea. So you can count on me to keep you safe, for sure. After all, if anything happened to you, I'd have my reputation as its leader to consider!"

He suppressed a rising belch, covering his mouth as he did so. Must've drank more than I realized. Shit.

"Uhhh, anyway, what about you, Miss Granfaere? Criminy, that's a tough name to say. You and your family doing alright for themselves?"

Brynn Granfaere
 
He did not look that much older than her but his body seemed to think differently. She had never been in physical pain before...well...that was a lie. She had terrible pain once a month but that was it. She had been pampered and protected her entire life. Twenty eight years that had felt like a million.

"I would hope so," Brynn commented on her being able to count of him. Her life was in his hands if they ran into any trouble. She was pretty useless besides the very very basics of self-defense.

She chuckled at his attempt to say her name and shook her head, "just say gran - like grand without the d - and then fair. Gran-Fair. It is easier than it looks written down," she told him. There was no admonishment in her tone as she explained the pronunciation. She was simply letting him know. "But, please, call me Brynn."

She wondered then what her parents had actually requested and what they had put down. She would ask him once he sobered up some. He probably could not even remember right now.

"My father owns a winery," Brynn finally answered him. "I suppose we are doing alright," she shrugged. "I have only been off the estate a handful of times and none in the last ten years..."


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While the explanation of her name was probably sensical, Gerard was thankful she wanted to be known by her first name, as it was much easier to remember, even in his alcohol-addled state. At what she said next, he was most interested in the fact that her father owned a winery--it made the deal even sweeter, should he succeed on the mission--but he was caught off-guard by the revelation that Brynn had only left the estate a few times, and none at all in the last 10 years.

"So... this is your first time leaving home in 10 years?" he asked. He shrugged, mostly out of not being able to fully process the idea. "I mean maybe that's life for a lady-in-waiting. Nothing you could have done. But I have a suspicion that weren't your choice at all, and if so, then that's just not right. Why, I shouldn't be taking you to Fal'Addas, I should be taking you down to the pub so you can sing a song and have a pint with the good people of Oban. Did they at least teach you to dance, Brynn? I'd bet half the coins in my purse you'd love it if haven't tried it before. A little liquor makes it better, too!"

He let out a hearty laugh, unaware of how raucous his suggestion might seem to a noblewoman. He was, after all, the son of a poacher, and his only contact with the upper class in his whole life had been to sign contracts when fighting in various wars. Of course, that was with the guild, which he rather wished to forget right now...

"Erm, that is, you should consider it after our little trip. Perhaps even at our destination, if there is no hurry. The world has much more to give you than the confines of one mansion, I think, and you'll see at least a fair share on the way."

At last, at the gate, they neared a stable, where a few horses were ready. Gerard fidgeted at the thought of spending some of his new capital on renting a horse, but walking all the way to the elven city seemed daunting at best, and at least with a horse they could get there without aching feet.

"Well," he said, stopping and turning to Brynn. "I suppose it wouldn't do well for your noble feet to trudge along the road for weeks on end. I'll get us some horses, maybe some supplies while I'm at it. Why don't you look around, see some of the sights while I do so? I guess you could come with me, but I'll just be talking and buying things."

Brynn Granfaere
 
Gerard was correct when he had assumed it was not her choice to stay on the property for so many years and his suggestion, she hated to admit, sounded more appealing than she could even explain.

"Of course I know how to dance," Brynn said with a tone that implied all wealthy women knew how to dance. She did not inform him that is was not the kind of dancing he was talking about though.

"Perhaps," she agreed. She sounded normal but inside she was already imagining what it would be like to get drunk at a tavern and kiss a stranger. It always seemed so fun in the books she had read. She had traveled so much in her mind through those stories. She wondered briefly if she would be able to convince him to make some side trips on their way to Fal'Addas.

Brynn did want to experience the world. The real world.

She was suprised he had changed his mind about the horses but she just nodded at his suggestion. Yes, going and exploring did sound nice even if it was only for a little bit.

Brynn smiled at her escort then walked away from him so he could do his buying in peace.

"You do not want to go to Fal'Addas, my dear. Come to the Blightlands. Come see your mother," the voice was back and it caused Brynn to rub her forehead.

What the fuck was going on?!



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The sum of gold he'd been given by Brynn's parents was fairly considerable; however, it seemed much of it would be going towards their travel expenses. Unfortunately, this was just life for a mercenary, however, and he was thankful he didn't have the mouths of hungry soldiers to feed, only one spoiled noblewoman who knew nothing of the world. He went around the market, purchasing dried meats and other foods that would keep until the next city they could stop in, some bedrolls for them to sleep in while on the road, and an extra flint block to strike to make a fire. Then, finally, he returned to the stables, where he negotiated a fair price on two pack horses--not the swiftest of steeds, but they weren't paying him to go quickly, and the roads weren't too dangerous these days anyway.

Once he was finished, he began to search for Brynn, as he hadn't immediately seen her after returning to the stables. Not one to panic until it was time to, he began to comb the market trying to find her, wondering if she perhaps had gotten herself into something she shouldn't have, or was just enjoying herself--after all, she hadn't left home for ten years, if that was to be believed, and who wouldn't be impressed at the sights and sounds of a busy city market if they'd never seen one before?

And if she'd been kidnapped, well... he was packed for a journey and had a horse, and could quickly find a new home, with some gold in tow, although Oban would be off-limits for quite a while, he reckoned...

Brynn Granfaere
 
In all honesty, Brynn had not made it very far in her journey of exploration.

She found herself sitting on a bench with her head resting in her hands. The damn voice, the people, the sounds, and the new surroundings had been too much for her. Everything was too much. She could not do this. She needed to go home now.

Brynn started to breath a little faster as she thought about how many people would be in Fal'Addas. Was it crowded? It had to be. Her parents had mentioned it was a huge elven city.

Then the fucking woman who wouldn't leave her alone. What the fuck was happening to her? She had been so excited to leave the estate but now she was terrified.

Her breathing was shallow and she started to shake as she sat on the bench alone.


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Having gathered everything that was needed, Gerard had decided it was time to go. He'd hoped, in the meantime, that the noblewoman might have enjoyed the sights and sounds of the market, but when he chanced upon her after a brief search sitting alone on a bench, quivering like the leaves in the wake of a stiff wind, he felt a bit of apprehension.

No wonder they wanted an escort, the woman's as frightened as a rabbit in Spring, he thought.

He resettled his pack slung over his shoulder, which clinked and rustled with all the supplies he'd purchased, along with the bedrolls he'd bought as well. Hardly a bed for a noblewoman, but they would do the job.

"Well, I've gathered all the supplies, Miss Granfaere, and the horses are waiting. We can leave the city now."

He frowned slightly, seeing her frightened state and thought back to his days as a drill sergeant in the guild, when he'd often had to comfort a nervous recruit.

"Don't fret. I'll get you there safely. I dare anyone to even get close to you when I've got a magic bow and the eyes of a hawk. You can count on me."

He offered her a gentle smile, his beard rising with his mouth, or, at least with as much compassion as a grizzled mercenary could to someone used to the high life. Maybe it would help, but if not, all it would take was a bit of rope to make sure she got to her destination safely...

That was the job, after all. Get her to the city, one way or another. Everything else was just details.

Brynn Granfaere
 
Brynn heard the approach of her escort but she did not lift her head to look at him until he spoke. He had the supplies and the horses. They could leave. They could get away from the people. All the damn people.

"Don't fret. I'll get you there safely. I dare anyone to even get close to you when I've got a magic bow and the eyes of a hawk. You can count on me."

Those words caused a small smile to form on her lips as she studied his face. She was grateful for Gerard Montefort already and he had no idea. He probably would never know, honestly. He was there to escort her and she was his ward essentially. Her thoughts about him did not matter at all. At least, that is what she thought.

Brynn nodded, took a steadying breath, and stood up from the bench. She could do this. She was leaving her home and her city behind for a bit and she could do it. This is what she had always dreamed of doing and here she was acting like a scared little child.

"I am ready, Gerard. I apologize for my minor anxiety there. This is all new to me, as you know, and I am sorry that you have to deal with me as a travel companion."

She could do this.

Yes, you can, my child. You need to come to me..."


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Unaware of the trouble that lurked beneath, Gerard continued as though their journey was as mundane as it seemed.

"Ah, well, I suppose I should have thought of that," he said. "I didn't think the city could be so overwhelming to someone. Hah! Maybe I'm the one with odd taste."

He offered her his hand; this was the closest the two had been at this point, and it was now that he finally could see her face more clearly. She looked like porcelain, he thought, beautiful and painted with the colors of her skin and hair, yet fragile, tucked away from where someone might knock her down, and shatter her to a thousand pieces. No scars adorned her, no callouses marked the work she had done with her hands as he helped her up, and she was, in so many ways, the seeming opposite of his lost love, Teagan.

Now was hardly the time to think of such a thing, however. He had a job to do, and he intended to do it, because he couldn't buy beer if he didn't have coin, and to get that coin he needed to take this woman to Fal'Addas and back, one way or another.

"It's all good to go, now," he said. "Follow me to the horses, and we'll be on our way. Since you've never been on the open road--assuming I heard you right about never leaving home--I'll teach you a few things along the way. I even got you this," he said, reaching into a bag tied around his belt and pulling out a brown cloth tied with cord that could easily be undone, then handing it to Brynn. Once she pulled the cord loose and removed the cloth, she would find a dagger, plain and with a tapered point and broad blade on one edge. It was a hunting knife, which she could also use to defend herself, which might be her only chance at survival if Gerard were to die on the road. It was common for mercenaries to die on the job, but without a company and Gerard working as her sole bodyguard, she might just need it, he thought...

Brynn Granfaere
 
Brynn took Gerard’s hand and stood from the bench. She studied his face as he studied hers and she felt a blush creep up into her cheeks. No one had ever looked at her like he was at this moment. She pushed a piece of hair behind her ear and looked down at her feet as he spoke again.

“I…uh…thank you…” Brynn said awkwardly. She figured that he would just ignore her and she was not ready for a kindness from a stranger. From a man that her parents were paying.

And then Gerard pulled a brown cloth out and handed it to Brynn. She looked between him and the cloth with confusion before she opened it to find the dagger. A small oh formed on her lips as she looked at the blade in her hands.

“I’ve never had anything like this before,” she said softly before smiling up at Gerard.


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Gerard smiled back at her, happy to see Brynn wasn't quite so dour thanks to his gift, and simultaneously surprised she didn't completely reject it on account of it being quite dangerous.

"Yes, well," he said, feeling a bit sheepish suddenly. "You might need it out there. It's a hunting knife. Will skin a stag, if you need it—or a man. And if you need a bodyguard, it seems likely that a little bit of self-defense might be worth something to you. I mean, that is, hopefully you won't need it, but better to have it than not, yeah?"

Following this, he began leading her to the stables, where their horses would be.

"I take it you've never ridden a horse before, so I reckon I'll need to teach you that, too. Not the hardest thing in the world, but still, a very useful skill for someone with a bit of gold to learn."

Once they arrived at the stables, Gerard spoke with the stablemaster to acquire their horses: a pale dappled palfrey called Apple, and a solid brown palfrey called Freda. He bade Brynn to follow him as he walked them out of the city gates, a little ways down the dirt road leading out of the city, where at last he stopped.

"Alright, the first thing you'll want to do is get into the saddle, and grab a hold of the reins. So let me help you with that."

Gerard offered his hand for her to step up, grunting slightly as she did so until she was in the saddle, at last.

"Now, take a hold of the reins. If you want to go left, pull left. Same thing for the right. To get it to start walking, click your tongue, and to get it to stop, pull on both reins. Got it?"

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Brynn nodded. He was right, of course, it was better to have some sort of weapon out on the road. She hoped she would not need it though. That is why she had Gerard. He was here to protect her. The gift did let a little doubt form in the back of her mind though...what if he couldn't protect her? Brynn felt her heart speeding up slightly and took a deep, steadying breath before following her escort to the stables.

The woman was about to tell him that she could ride a horse but he was already speaking with the stablemaster. She decided it would be interesting to see what he did next.

"Good. You need a horse to get to me. Make sure you head towards the Blightlands, little bird," the voice in her head spoke with a viciously sweet tone.

Brynn looked up again at Gerard's words and nodded stiffly. She could've taken that chance to tell him that she knew how to ride but the word Blightlands was bouncing around in her mind. Where were they? What were they? Why did she need to go there? Who was talking to her? Why was she hearing the voice?

So many questions and no answers.

She took his hand and used his assistance to get up into the saddle. She then took the reigns from him and held them loosely in her hands.

"Got it," Brynn assured Gerard after he was finally done with his instructions. "Thank you for your kindness," she added with a smile.


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"Seems you're a natural," Gerard said, smiling at Brynn it seemed she had taken his instruction rather well. Years of teaching rookies paying off, it seems, he thought. Without further ado, he then climbed onto his own horse, grunting as he swung his leg over the saddle after placing his foot in the stirrup, then taking the reins. He looked at Brynn again, then clicked his tongue to urge the steed onward.

"So, to Fal'Addas then," he said, affirming their destination. The road ahead of them was long and winding, and in about a day or two's time they would be past the Savannah and into the forest proper. It was here that Gerard began to look about them with a more keen eye, as two travelers were prime pickings for potential bandit attacks, but his skill with the bow would have to suffice.

This had to be the last trip, he thought. Even the thought of fighting again was making him weary, and being alone on the road with a woman only brought back memories of the woman who had forgotten him, and summarily moved on. Plying his trade with his own sword was a foolish idea even back when he had been young enough to have the skills to make a name for himself, but now... Now, he wasn't so sure. But, it was only one more job. What could go wrong?

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Brynn was still debating if she wanted to tell Gerard that she knew how to ride or just let him think he had been an excellent teacher. She settled on the latter for now. There was no point in telling him. There would be no gain from either side here.

"Where are the Blightlands?" Brynn blurted out after Gerard had spoken the name of their original destination. She couldn't seem to get the name to leave her mind.

"I," she paused trying to think of a good excuse to be asking about a different place at this time. "I have always wanted to visit there but, obviously, that never worked since I couldn't leave home."

It was all lies. She had never heard of the Blightlands and from the sound of it, she did not want to hear about it. Brynn was not ready to tell Gerard that she was going crazy and hearing voices.


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