That evening Red had made his way home finding himself weary of his work. When he had come down the street to his home in Snowbourn he noticed that there was a cart with several boxes piled upon it behind the little house. He was silent and his mood somewhat grim and perhaps he sought a bit of solitude. He checked over his shoulders to see if anyone was watching before he climbed onto the cart and carelessly scaled the boxes. He kicked one or two over, spilling its contents but he gradually made it to his destination: The roof of the house and there he sat at the tip with smoke pouring out from the chimney.
There he sat in the company of himself and he began to fiddle with one of his make-shifted gloves, slowly removing the bandage. Loosening it as the fading day light lit the scars which he bore upon his hand and at that moment a wind came upon his back and blew his long flaxen strands of hair and his cloak. He released the bit of bandage it blew away in the wind. He remained silent as he peered intently at his hand as he began to remember his friend Audley and all of the well-spent countless hours they had together. A feeling of nostalgia crept over him just like the cold wind on his back and a smile came to his face. He laughed as he thought of all the times that he had drunken his poor friend beneath the table, but he was ever at his side to carry him some place for a suitable rest - or even to rest beside him. He was only one of the many friends who Redwick had in Snowbourn and thought highly of, not all of them were to be found and some have chosen different paths since Redwick's disappearance. They were bound to part at some stage during their lives and it seems that Redwick's long disappearance set it off, and now there is no chance of things going back to be the way they were. Nor did Redwick to wish it to go back. Though he had fond memories with his friends the greater part of his love was now given to Therwen and there he wishes it to remain.
As the sun set in the distance Redwick heaved a weighty sigh and touched the rough scars upon his hand. To him it was a reminder that friends can be lost, and deceptive and since he received those scars he had never forgotten that lesson. The stars of night begin to glimmer through some clouds in the sky and that is where Redwick turned his gaze now, "Fare well, old friend. You shall never be forgotten. Alas that your time should have come so soon and that I was not hither to protect you. For that I am sorry, old friend, I truly am. " he said softly to himself before there was a sudden complaining voice from down below. A guard had come to see to the cart and was displeased to find the contents spilled, though he was unaware of Redwick's presence on the roof. Redwick quickly turned about and carefully slid down the other side of the roof and made himself look innocent as he went inside to greet Therwen.
