Pren

It had been an interesting past few months for Cerriel. It started out with a bit of partying and causing havoc in the Prancing Pony. What later came out was an inside job to stop Lorgorim and the Network from hunting some Dunlending, named Pren. What Jerick, the man that offered her the job after a night of fun, didn’t know was that Cerriel was an enforcing in the Network. With her newly gained information and several pouches of coin, she was off to make sure the dwarf knew what trouble lied ahead for him.

     A dark grey sky threw cold wind that bit painfully at the dunlending who sat in his thick furs, huddled up in the small cave that he had found to spend the night in. The crackling fire radiated its warmth out in the cave, spilling its orange glow all over the grey sharp walls where spiders crawled in the dead of the night.