They had scouted the old safehouse of the Order cult. It was strange to see it again, to see it in the daytime, empty, again. At least it was still empty.
Enniliel wasn’t keen on entering, but Elkirian had things she wanted to look for. Clothes, and some other items. She shuddered at the realization that their time there had likely overlapped in part.
It had been two years, just about, and the place had begun to fall into disrepair. Enni couldn’t help but find some comfort in that.
Once Elkirian had what she needed, they moved on. The Dunlending woman had a good sense of direction and led them there quickly, but as they got closer Enniliel tapped her shoulder to slow her down.
They approached quietly, moving around to get an eyeline on the Order's newer safehouse. There was a candle flickering in the window and firelight inside.
Enni’s heart pounded. Would they be able to catch them this time? Was there another victim?
But it was late and approaching now would be suspicious. “We should camp. Scout again tomorrow. Approach in the daylight and investigate who is there.”
Elkirian was reluctant, but agreed.
It was not a comfortable night but at least there was coffee and trail food from Enni’s pack.
In the morning, they returned to scout. Enni sat in a tree, perched carefully on a branch to watch the house, while Elkirian lay silent in the grass.
The house stood quiet, but was clearly being lived in. Tracks on the path showed that a cart had recently traversed it, but no horses were in the stable -- someone had left that morning and hadn’t returned.
So they waited.
Soon there would be answers.
