Interrogation

It took Dru around two hours to find the cave she'd been looking for. At least, that was her estimate.

Every tree seemed to hold a pair of eyes. Every wisp of wind seemed to hold harsh whispers. Her ears caught every rustle of a twig and she fought to keep down the panic that tried to rise whenever she was by herself like this.

The sun was getting ready to set when Fiontann reached the old Barracks, he stood on the road next to it and turned his head to look at the burnt building, now it was only a pile  of rubble and dust. He looked at it for a moment unxpresed, not holding any grudges towards those who burned it, not getting angry, nothing, he just looked at it and then went on his way and turned right, heading towards the place that the Watchman they abducted was kept.

It twas a hot day on this day, the sun burning up above when I rode into Bree from a hunting trip. Once I sold all my gatherings, I saw Sir Damric (That bloody man...ugh...) with a mysterious looking man. I just couldn't help myself, I went over and immediately realized I made a mistake. If you could call it that... This man, Zurtriin he called himself, knew me somehow. But more importantly, he knew about Quincell.