Tamreil in turmoil, useless miscreants, mistrusted or could I be mistaken..... but the truth is vagabonds don’t seem to last long around these parts, its a shame really.
Who to trust during times of war, some time ago I read a text that says “at the far end of darkness in due time we are sure to find light.“ for some reason its been with me for some time now.
I like to think of it like a swordsmen hand can move quicker than the wisest eyes as misfortune for one can open the heavens for another, either way I have my duties to uphold simply making my way to the next hold as I come across a body .
What or who are these remains and how does one end up in such a state, could it be a simple lack of judgement or even misguided faith?

I pray to the gods daily that my choices do not en toe me to a similar fate.

As I search around for anyone else I can not help but wonder about the faces I have come across .
The people who have entrusted my support in this god forsaken war.
I find it hard to be wary when fate has already been written.
Do my choices really impact on my self, the people who help me or even my foes?
Well we all become the fallen at some time or another,.. sigh
I approach the remains and proceed to remove the pike and lay the body out, I started to check the pockets and something just does not feel right?
As I glanced at the body in front of me I noticed the posture and bone placements this must be the remains of a female. Could this be out of love or hate as I scramble my thoughts my instincts kick in and even though I'm not much of a tracker as we do learn neat tricks from the others we work with
couldn’t be the work of an animal leathers in tact and way to clean yet the bones bare no signs of struggle could this have been a sacrifice or a ritual of some sort.

I take another moment to look around and my first clue is the fresh cheese and a bottle of wine then I look at the body again an the bones look like they have been here for decades, is this the work of magic or sorcery.
Why would anyone do such a thing to poor soul I feel as if I can not leave the like this so I head to my stead and grab a shovel to lay this body to rest the way the gods intended.
By the time I'm done its almost sunset as I go to leave I take the cheese and wine she wont be needing it where shes gone, I wrap the cheese in a clean cloth and place it my nap sack with the bottle of wine.

Heading back to camp, the sun has completely sunken into the horizon.........
Its been a hard long day as I approach the camp site the smell of grilled pork ,fishy sticks and sweet rolls make my whiskers water, when I arrive I sit to a meal with my fellow pact members I see a fellow having a jug of mead, I remember the bottle of wine I had taken earlier on today
I make way to my tent as im spent from today’s efforts, I rummage through my pack to check out this bottle of wine. I pop the cork and take a smell as it could be tampered with......hmm smells good
so I take a tiny sip for flavour its not half bad so I chose to take a generous sip when something metallic touches the tip of my lips? I grab a mug and poor the wine into it, to my surprise wouldn’t ye know its a small key...... I smirk to myself, cheeky girl

I dry off the key and tie it to my rope chain for safe keepings and pack it in for the night.
I ponder as the night rolls deeper, a key in a bottle of wine what in the heavens above I think to my self a chest a door or a lock box? why try to hide it so? .........what to do …......what to do ….......... as I slowly fall asleep .


Sun up and I still have my duties I'm to head to next hold as instructed, so I pack up my tent ,gear and water my horse. As I set of I noticed I'm going close past the same track I found the body on and continue another few more miles.
I make It to the hold in due time and state my business with the town guards, who offer me a stable for my stead which reminds me I need to get a room for the night aswell. so I make my efforts toward the nearest inn and find the chap who runs this establishment and pay him for one night then order an ale to wash the dust down when I have a quick glance at the shelf it seems very familiar …...........hmm I pay for the ale and head to my room and double check the label on the bottle alas its the same. Time for dinner so I go down stairs and have a bite to eat, I take my empty plate to the bar and explain what a nice meal it was then order an ale, I glare at the wine on the shelf and ask the lass serving for a glass of that particular wine. The waitress tells me that only two other people order that wine and only in a full bottle, she says its not a drama and grabs the bottle and blows the dust of it. She mentions a woman comes in for that brand in particular but she hasn’t come in for a week or so. I don’t want to seem intrusive but I want to know the other person with out seeming so eager so slip the waitress a few gold coins, she grunts and says she doesn’t do that kind of service I blush and explain she has got me all wrong I tell her to meet me later on I need some answers I indicate I will pay for her information and will pay double to keep this hush hush.
She doesnt say anything and glares at me harshly.
Now I know something is up .






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