Brammy was at the Prancing Pony, about to down the establishment's poor excuse for whiskey, when he heard a voice behind him.
"Didn't I tell you not to drink before a job?"
He turned around to see Lieutenant Fiontann stood behind him, a smile on his face.
"Come on, we're going hunting"
Brammy looked longingly at his full cup, and followed Fiontann out of the Inn. There Vendrith, a fellow Dawner, awaited them.
"We're intercepting a small party of Angmarim, they carry a letter of some importance".
As they made their way north, Fiontann would not share any details about the content of the letter, or who had hired them for the job. It was all very secretive, but Brammy said nothing. He was paid for his blade, nothing more.
It did not take long for Fiontann to track the party, and they chased them down.
With fresher horses, the Dawners soon caught up and rode them down on the Northern Bree-Fields, swinging wildly from the saddle. They fell one by one, and the Company was victorious, with only a few bruises to show for it. Fiontann retrieved the letter they were looking for, and pocketed it, still not willing to discuss its content.
On the way back Fiontann spoke to Brammy. He appointed him a task, to scout out Blackwold camps for any presence of Angmarim soldiers or envoys. Fiontann knew that Brammy would know the location of the camps, due to his previous affiliation with the Blackwolds.
The next evening he set off from the Dawnhall with two eager new recruits, Harswith and Firogleg. Brammy decided that were three likely places the Angmarim would be. the ruins of Ost Baranor was one, the camp known as Blackwold's Roost near Archet, and deep in the Chetwood was a ruin that the Blackwolds treated as their headquarters.
That night, they would scout Ost Baranor.
The Blackwolds were indeed still camped there. Brammy knew of a back door that would be less guarded, so they entered through that way. Firogleg stood watch near the entrance as Brammy and Harswith ventured deeper into the ruins. Their numbers were low that night, and there was no sign of any Angmarim. This was to prove fortunate, as on their way out Harswith stepped on a branch alerting the few brigands that remained of their presence. A brief fight ensued, and the two recruits proved themselves worthy fighters. Firogleg swung his sword valiantly, using also his shield as an offensive weapon, and Harswith proved a deft hand with her throwing daggers.
Brammy would set out alone for the Blackwold Headquarters the next day. He knew their numbers would be greater there, and would rely more on not being seen. As it turned out, he had guessed right. There were indeed Angmarim present. What were the Blackwolds up to? What is certain, they have certainly recovered after the failed attack on Archet, which he himself was a part of he was ashamed to admit. They were planning something big, that was certain. He swiftly returned to the Dawnhall with the news.
