The pledge-raid had been, as Cerrynt heard it, equal parts force and stealth. They had avoided notice, and bloodshed, as much as possible, but had also terrorized a farm-family and killed their guard dog. Cerrynt had been meant to be part of it, though she had never learned what her part would be; at that time, she'd hardly ever seen a horse, had never been near one. Had never seen a forgoil, either. But due to a misunderstanding about days and times, she hadn't been there.
Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
Leoffweard
