One step further

Cynraede stood atop one of the many green, rolling hills of the Northern lands. The town of Dale lay just before him and within its walls, hopefully the faces of old friends and loved ones. His coal colored hair pulled back loosely into a wild pony tail with the remainder sprawling about his shoulders as locks of his mane billowed gently in the soft winds that graced the landscape. 

He adjusted the canvas wrap around his shoulders gently, attempting to seem as just an average hunter within the city. His eyes cautiously watching for signs of his comrades who could have been anywhere in the city. A small smile crept across his lips as his mind ventured forward to the meeting of Dwimmer and Fairlain as well as who ever had made the journey with them. It had been so long since he had seen their faces, any of them. 

When he returned, it was if the Order had vanished into the heavens. No signs nor tracks of Master Lindovor or the others. Urses hadn't been heard from since his last journey to the frozen wasteland of Forochel. Even now, Cynraede had ventured forward on a hope that his friends, his family still awaited in this land that felt so far from home. Which only seemed to make him question what his home was, or if he truly had one. 

He knew the riders would have followed him across the trails and mountains in search of the blades he carried, the value the metal had. The Knight Commander continued on through the streets, shedding a tear as his thumb ran over the ring that the Grandmaster had given him before his mission to retrieve the remainder of the Order and bid them to take their place within the citadel within Ered Mithrin. 

There wasn't a way out of this. His missive was to destroy the metal, and a false hope swelled within his heart to bear weapons meant for righteousness from something that was born of evil. Even know the men who would have hunted the order surely now follow him, enough of a trail had been left to give chase well enough. He wouldn't fail them, not this time. Cynraede wiped his eyes carefully with the sleeve of his shirt, continuing on through the city. This was it, the final muster. He could not help but smile at the thought of bringing honor to his Order one last time.