Hellrien

The farmstead was in a bad state after the fight. Ingrandor walked among the destroyed corn and looked at the body of the man with the bow, then walked to the other body, of the man who attacked him. Then he walked towards the stalls, where the wagons were. Nothing was left of them and the horses didn't return. The sellsword tried to see if there were any recent tracks but the rain washed everything away. There were only one or two lines from the wheels under the stall where the water didn't reach due to the roof but that was it. Ingrandor walked to the house.

As soon as he left Hellrien at the Blackbird Soothery Ingrandor got on his horse and rushed to Bree. he steered his way through town and reached the building behind the Townhall. The sellsword got off his horse and tied the reins of the rented horse on a post and proceeded to knock loudly on the door. No answer came. He knocked again. Rushing footsteps approached the door and it opened. A young woman was behind it.

-How can I help you, sir?

-I need to see mr Applegate.

-Come in, sir.

Hellrien was sleeping soundly at her two hour break and Ingrandor was outside wrapped up in the blankets and laying on a wagon in order to avoid the cold wind.

A shipment from Dale is coming to Bree and the owner of Applegate Transports, Albert Applegate contacted Ingrandor to arrange its protection. The Gondorian sellsword was going to Trestlebridge to see how the village fares after the withdrawal of the forces of the Dawn and sent a letter to Hellrien.

Hellrien! Hello Hellrien,

How are you? I hope that my letter finds you well, truly I do. I also hope that you have recovered from your wounds the other day, which was months ago. I actually believe you did, because you have a meeting today. I arranged it for you actually. Let me elaborate though, I don't like going on and on without getting in the matter at hand and as you know I am not a talker, I act!

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.