Tindir

The shrill cry of a hawk pierces the cold morning air before the bird itself comes into view. It is dark brown with a golden beak, and it begins to circle lower and lower, down from the mountain peaks. Finally, with hardly a sound it lands nearby, a thin roll of parchment clasped in one clawed foot.

Suilad Lady Danel,

Continued from: Leave of Absence and Orders to the Hammer Lord  

He was silently listening the report.

The room was lit by candlelight. A mellow fire was slowly sizzling away in the open fireplace, giving the shadows some length. Travelbags were strewn in different piles on the floor with its future content waiting to be engulfed by them. "What a mess!" Sighing, she stood in the middle of the room, her hands resting on her hips while she surveyed the rubble that was disorganised over the chairs, the tables and the floor.