Bandits

Saving the Farm Click here to listen

It was still dark outside, with only some minutes before the sun rose and brought the heat of the spring in Chetwood and Hamglen when Fiontann made his way past the gate of the hamlet and towards Chetwood. It was one of the days of the more relaxed training, he would run in Chetwood wearing his normal clothes with only his greatsword on his back. On days of intense training he ran in chain mail with shield and sword on his back.

Lucey Lightfoot.  An interesting woman. Strong, though she doesn't admit it. I have seen her for some time around Bree and she's made it her own, in her own way.  For a blind woman, she's one of the most active people I've seen.

The roads are lain upon a grassy hill just outside of Oatbarton, and the breeze plays with the trees to the left and right, causing all traces of whats passed to fall from their slender, jagged branches, and preserves the deep forest color of the canopy roofs and walls. It isn't too long up the road, the so far had-been peaceful road, that the next trial awaits Stitches. As the hill dipped down and the little hamlet of Oatbarton was left far behind and out of sight, the road straightened and leveled out, and three broad fellows would wait at the very bottom dip.

We are alive and safe, all three of us. We were successful in what we set out to do, although not every story has a happy ending. The young lad we set out to find, the missing boy whose mother was so concerned for him. We did find him, and he has joined the bandits. He will not come back. I guess he has found his adventure, the excitement he wanted, the “appreciation he is due”.

We slept the night at the inn. I had my own room – I am sure my dad would be happy to know that! Admittedly, it was very weird, sleeping alone in a strange place. I sneaked across the hall and listened to the boys’ snoring through the door to their room, it made me feel a bit safer. I did sleep, but not for long. I was up early, before them, and went out to look at the town and practice a bit.

I was in Combe! I couldn’t believe it! I was finally out on adventure, with my two friends by my side. It felt intoxicating and scary all at the same time. Combe is a rather beautiful town, I must say. It seems miles larger than Archet, but perhaps it is not. I hope I get some time to explore it on my own.