STROLLING DOWN
MEMOREE LANE
MYCRAN 9 ~ 9 AM: Teflar and Aramil found lodging that night and were determined to seek out the warmarshall as soon as their morning breakfast was eaten. They strolled through the marketplace until the ranger found a shop to trade in his chainmail shirt. A brand-new midnight blue, studded leather outfit he traded and he proudly showed it off to the mage. The wizard thought often about where the others could be and figured the scouts should have made their destination by now.
NOON: The courthouse was found to be closed due to the weekend cessation; no authority figure was found in the area. The horses snorted while Aramil watched a few locals pass on by the building. They talked of the upcoming festival and were hurrying towards the general vicinity of the High Plaza.
" Telfar, shall we follow? Anyone of importance in this town may show up at this festival or whatever is going on."
Aramil started climbing upon his horse "Aye...seems to be that everyone else is heading there... as if there isn't a
trouble in the world. I'm sure someone will at least know where to
find warmarshalls."
Teflar looked up at the mage " Why don't we walk? I'd rather feel the ground beneath my feet than the blisters on my butt. Oh, and two strangers riding to the festival may
attract more attention then we want. It seems to me that alot of people
know of our mission and our path. Too many things have been thrown in our
way. I'm not as trusting as I was a couple of days ago."
A cloud of worry crossed the ranger's face " I'll tell you straight and to the point, Aramil. Something doesn't smell
right. We've lost quite a bit of our number already and haven't made much
headway in solving this mystery. I think we are chasing a cold trail."
Putting his hand inside his shirt, Telfar rubbed his hand against the tattoo
on his chest as if it ached.
Aramil paused atop his horse and then descended; apparently agreeing with his friend. Grabbing the reins in the right hand and the quarterstaff in the other, he replied " In my thoughts I believe the
warmarshall will put us back into that corner again as he did once before to
go out with this warhost he will raise. That is why we will go with the warhost and, if
we do, we will make a deal to take our share of the bounty the orcs have.
Not just because we need it, but also for others I do not wish to say."
Aramil switched the quarterstaff to the right hand as he slipped his other
down to pat his component and money pouch. Teflar seemed troubled by this notion and they paced their way forward.
1 PM: The pair passed up a wide avenue heading east and then veering northeast along a route of stylish buildings.
It seems now they were engaging a ritzy arena of living and an ending to the ordinary section of town. The words 'Memoree Lane' were enscribed on a signpost that pointed towards the High Plaza.
Teflar's voice dropped into a harsh whisper " I think everything points to the Witchking or somebody who is trying to
bring it back. Why don't we just quit chasing orcs and go to where it was
buried? The fact that the footprints of the thieves were of human origin
leads me to believe that killing the vermin won't bring us to the end of
our quest."
The ranger waved his hand in the air as if wiping a slate clean.
" We must be firm in our resolve. We made a pact...a commitment to this quest. The fate of the
lands rest upon us. US! Not upon the outcome of a war with a bunch of heathen orcs!!"
Aramil smiled graciously " It seems, Telfar, that our conflict with those orcs has brought some sense into
your head. Your narrow vision, once focused on orcs, now seems to
be focused on our mission with exclusion from the trap we sit in now."
Teflar pulled his horse around a couple children playing jacks in the street " It is a trap we do not have to stay in. Let us
deliver our message and fade away. The festival will cover our leaving."
The duo slowed down as they pressed towards a crowd that now milled about slowly as if waiting for something of importance to begin. They murmured and looked towards a podium that was set up on a dais at the end of the High Plaza.