Chapter two

‘Who are you?’ asked the caravan-guard, his face bloodied, his bare chest bruised.

‘A friend,’ noted the man in black robes, his lips creeping into a discomforting smile, ‘this is what friends do, is it not?’

Greyleaf let out a muffled cry, accompanied by violent choking and the sound of sticks clashing.
‘Beat him!’ the large man laughed sadistically, ‘break every bone! Crack his ribs and smash his limbs!’

This time, his head ached even more - Most likely because of the fact that this time, he hadnt drank some infused water, but instead - Beer. He was forced to drink it, that much he remembered. Oh how he hated beer, how he loathed any form of alcohol. The drunkards' drink, the one that clouded your mind, made you slip. Atleast he knew what time it was, though he didn’t know where he was for a moment - He woke up in a bale of hay, with thin strands of grass in his mouth, and dust on his face.

It has been ten years since the brothers left Edunas, The youngest thinks, as he arrives at Archet, slipping through the gates late at night, covered in dark clothing from head to toe.  He has lived like this ever since setting out, moving under the cover of night, hiding his face.  It is perhaps due to the people he has had to ally himself with over the years to survive; he has fallen further and further behind Damlan in his journey and now may have lost his trail altogether.  He can find no tracks past Archet, so in Archet he will stay.