Dreothorn fell on the wooden floor of the carriage. "I will see you soon Dreothorn. At the very least, think of this as good opportunity, as Thayalengir will not be able to find you." said the man in the black robes.
"I'm counting on that." Dreothorn couldn't do anything, he was bound by chains and blindfolded by a smelly hood.
The man in the black clothing nodded. "Also too, there is one last thing before we part. Your weapons are buried in an oilskin bundle. When you are to be freed, I will make certain to dig them up and return them to you. But if the worse should happen and I die before then..." Now he whispered "Fourth tree on the right as you leave the homesteads of Bree, there will be a marking on the tree in the bark."
Now he knew the location of his weapons! This was most favorable, he doesn't planned to stay in prision the whole year that he was sentenced. He nodded slowly too, evidently just sensing Acelin's presence, "I still see you as a threat. Don't think my peaceful treatment is how I'll treat you after this."
"Well, I can understand that Dreothorn. Do not think that I will accept surrender again though. The next time, it will not play out that way should you attack me or mine. Justice of the blade is still justice."
"We agree on something then." he didn't exactly knew why he said that. Maybe it was instint, that tough person he is used to be. How all this happened? Let's recount:
It was another normal night, he was sitting at his house reading; not even he know the real reason of why he decided to stand up, mount his horse and ride towards the Shadow Blades' Common house. Ridding that way the recurring nightmares he had came back to his mind.
He, dieing at hands of that trickster. Not even close to fulfill his desire. Now he didn't only had to murder Thayalengir, but wanted to. Anarr had given him that mission long ago, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to do it. Now he was.
Arriving to the house he entered with a loud crackle. Dreothorn had lost his mind to the rage, not able to hold the mad beast inside him. All the struggle he had been through, and after all, people still prefered Thayalengir. That showed him humanity decided if someone is right or wrong, not by the actions of that person, but by the appearance. Plainly the appearance, and after they saw a shadowy man, which face was deformed by none else than the other judged man; the one with the warm look and comftable appearance... they went for the safe looking, not even wanting to look inside the other door. All that went through Dreothorn's mind as he destroyed the Kinhouse.Destroyed the furniture, sliced the walls, damaged the shields... knocked down Evallin in her attempt to stop him. He was trully out of his senses. The consecuences of his actions didn't went through his mind, if they thought he was the wrong, and Thayalengir was the right... he'll then satisfy them, and become the wrong.
Days past, he entered through his house's main door and hear a feminine voice calling for someone. Now he remembered what he did, there was no going back. He entered the room, tired to make her understand... but then a brilliant idea, at least for him, appeared. He could blame Theodane for this, as he blaimed him for his supposed death.
Of course, due to the poor planning and the Shadow Blades' intervention, the plan failed. He was surrounded by the ranger Acelin, the Bree-Lander Huldore, and the Umbaric Ariskandir. With an arrow on his shoulder, he surrendered to the Shadow Blades.
Dreothorn was taken to trial, the outcome was one year of jail, and thirty lashes. Those were delivered inmediatly after. A rugged savage that goes by the name of Drunn delivered the first twenty blows. His strength fed the lash, which stroke heavily and painfully against Dreothorn's back. It was strange, even though the lash burned his skin, causing him a great pain, he also felt relieve. The last ten were delivered by no other than Acelin, which whips were less painful than Drunn's.
More is not worth to be told, he was imprisioned and stayed there until the last days, when he was attacked by none else than Abellinda; he thought she would be more rational, obviously he was wrong.
Then it ends with the beaten Dreothorn being chained and blindfolded in the corner of a carriage, with an unknown direction.
