With my back leaning against a wooden fence built to prevent my cows from running away, I’m working on the impossible task of restoring my old rusty training sword. It has no sharp edge anymore and I'm pretty sure it would break if I strike it hard against anything. No, the sword is past its glory and fighting days, but it's still balanced enough to use while I do my morning training routine.
Heartha woke at her regular time, just before dawn. She yawned, stretched her strong arms up above her to ease a slight crick in her shoulder, stretched her long legs one at a time. She smiled.
It is an early spring morning and the sun is still lingering behind the White mountains, currently warming up the realm of Gondor. But soon it will cast its rays of light on Rohan and our village as well. I have taken to rising early from bed, so I can train my mind and body in solitude, away from the judging eyes of my fellow villagers.
After a lengthy change and inspection of the new armor for the local guards, the captain himself decides to take out a small group of guards on a nightly patrol around Bancross.
It started out as a normal day on the marketplace, until the captain of Bancross, Denholm, arrived with news. His announcements were as follows:
First announcement; The criminal known as Criba is, by order of the Thane Averel, hereby released from imprisonment. He is not to be harmed or confronted. However, the captain added by his own account, should the man cause trouble again, he would deal with it personally.