He was training under the gazebo a little after midday, the sun was still up and it wasn't as cold as it should be, given the season, so Ingrandor used it as an opportunity to go to the Dawnhall and train a little. He put on his white armour, an armour he hasn't used for a while now and took place in the middle of the dais. He started swinging his sword very slowly, as if measuring his imaginary opponents while steeping slowly to his left, his shield in his left had always covering his torso as much as possible. Suddenly he turned his feet slightly to the right, bringing his shield up and covering all of his body and then moved it to his left to open up for a stab, after which he took two quick steps back. His head kept turning left and right to see as much as possible around him, the helmet blocking his vision to the sides. He brought his sword up horizontally, blocking an incoming hit and pushed it right, opening an imaginary opponent and slammed his shield against the air, where he should have been. The better part of an hour had passed like that when he stopped and sat down on the rocks to rest and put the weapons next to it. He took of his helmet and looked it at, he liked what he saw, the reflection of his face, a new man.
A black raven landed next to him and he recognised him as Aingen, Fiontann's messenger and a smirk formed on his lips, idly he extended his arm for the bird to get on and brought it closer to him and let it jump on his lap. His hands quickly reached for the small tube at the bird's left leg. The message kept short as always and to the point.
Seyton is coming, go to Trestlebdrige and cover Hellrien's back, do not attempt to make contact. She knows. Hurry.
Ingrandor did not lose time, he let the bird fly back to its master and made his way towards the lake, as he did so he let his clothing fall on the way. He swam halfway to the middle and back, washing away the sweat and tiredness. Naked his made his way to the Dawnhall and put his armour in a sack only to put on his other clothes that suited a quick ride but also good enough for a fight if needed be and a hat to cover his face. Destination Trestlebdrige he thought as he mounted his nameless still horse.
He kept rushing the horse and the ride didn't take him more than three hours, a little before reaching the gate he slowed down, aiming to look like a casual traveller or whatever and lead the horse to the stables. The village was faring well, with the help of The Bloody Dawn and the garrison established there it'd be back on its feet soon but Ingrandor did not get there for that. He decided to not make contact with any of the sellswords of the company, he only learned where the establishment is. He drew the hat down to cover the features of his face and found a nice spot close to the street, somewhere from where he would be able to keep an eye on the establishment and the road, he took out his pipe, the one he overcharged Taala for some long time ago and waited.
