Fiontann was standing in front of the ruins of the Barracks, arms crossed, head tilted slightly to the right, letting his hair fall to the side, a frown was formed on his face. He was standing motionless like that for some time, one couldn't tell if he was contemplating or just looking at the charred remains of what once was the Barracks of The Black Steel.His cloak was moving with each torrent of air that was passing, as well as his hair, revealing his face.
-Where do you want the body? asked someone from behind, Fiontann turned to look at him, it was the man who drove the waggon the company has.
-Throw it on a cart and take it to the basement of the store opposite of the Town Hall. We will take care of the rest. Make sure no one sees you carrying a dead body there. When we're done I will send for you to get rid of it. Came Fiontann's order and the man did as he was told, he wrapped the body in a brown sheet and threw it on the cart which he drove to Bree.
Fiontann remained there, he kept thinking about the body, he must have been the one to set fire to the Barracks, but how did he manage to get trapped in it and die? It sounded too stupid and it probably was, the bandits which the company raided knew nothing about them to his knowledge, so it wasn't them either. Maybe an old enemy... But still it wasn't easy.
Also, the man had something on him, a coin with something on it but he couldn't make it out due to the burning. He took it out of his pocket and looked at it intently, trying to remember if he had seen something like that but nothing came to mind. In the end he pocketed it again and made towards Hedinn. His destination Bree and the Prancing Pony where he send the others after the raid since he had learned about the burning the day before. It was time to meet and decide an action!
