Brammy

It was well past noon, going on the evening when the last of the available summoned had arrived. Only some had come. Those who had, had just happened to be near enough for the riders to find. Like as not, some of them would be coming drunk, but Newell kept an eye on all who came and noted what their eyes fell on when entering and who they talked to. As the people gathered in the main hall of the Dawnhall, Newell stood near the back, leaning on one of the pillars as he kept an eye on who were there, or even more interesting, those who were not.

Part 12

Part 11

Anger consumed Taala, any semblance of discipline or care drained, she turned towards the woman...Eroforth looked confused, seeing her intent he shook his head emphatically.  Taala strode over to a chest of drawers, extending  her search she ransacked them, casting the contents about the room in a frenzy.

Part 10

Three carcasses where piled around the back of the house, and three more lay within the front room inside the house their throats gaping.  There was only one left of their number who may know the whereabouts of Taala's locket...the woman who carried scar-arm's child, her safety bought with his own life.

Part 9

The three Brigands outside on guard duty were by and large not focused on what they were doing.  The plan formed would see Eroforth circle around back and take one of them and Taala would make an attempt to bring other two down with her bow.

Part 8

Part 7

Scar-Arm was stubborn and bloody minded.  Before he finally gave up the whereabouts of his gangs hideout, he was missing many of his limbs...

Part 6

Taala's heart thumped in her chest... The man with the scar was the brigand who had taken hold of her horse during the attempted robbery, she'd put the scars there herself, her mind was racing as she gawped at the bandit, and the best she could muster in response to Eroforth's banter was “What?”

Part 5