Summer. Southlands. Lowlands. Falmare.
Brossic the flatland mercenary along with the dazed Halnard carry the unconscious Spranen into the safe house.
And after Grunna the sorcerer has a quick look around outside, he follows them inside.
The spellcaster from further down the coast of the Southlands, briefly stops holding his power within himself.
And he heals both Halnard and Spranen, who groans as he wakes up on the floor where they've put him.
"Thanks" says Halnard the mercenary who is relieved that he's no longer dazed and badly bruised.
Grunna the sorcerer nods his head in reply, then says to Brossic "Well, at least no one lives here at the moment".
The lowland mercenary nods his head in agreement, as the small two room house is completely empty at the moment.
And as Spranen the mercenary sits up, wondering what happened to him.
Brossic the flatland mercenary says "Come on, let's see what's happening". And the lowlander heads into the other room, and opens the backdoor, and goes outside.
Out the back, is a set of rickety steps that go up the side of the house, to the flat roof.
As he climbs the steps, and wonders if they'll hold his weight, Brossic who leads the mercenaries who have plans to create their own nation up in the Maldin Hills, says "Just two of us on the roof" followed by "It could never hold the weight of more than three people, who knows what it can hold nowadays".
Grunna and Halnard who have come outside glance at one another, then at the set of rickety steps that Brossic has just climbed.
"Go for it" says Halnard the mercenary to the practitioner of magic from the coast of the Southlands.
Halnard who is from the port town of Gilsom, doesn't particularly care to climb a set of steps that look like they could collapse at any moment now.
And besides, he's of the opinion that the sorcerer can more easily get himself out of trouble if the steps collapse as he climbs them.
Grunna sourly smiles as he eyes the steps, then he starts climbing them, hoping they don't break while he's on them. As he doesn't want to do any unnecessary casting.
The powerful spellcaster from down the coast of the Southlands, breathes a sigh of relief when he gets up onto the roof.
Then moving in a crouch, and keeping an eye on the flat roof itself, he crosses over to where Brossic is kneeling at the edge of the roof.
The lowlander, or flatlander as they're sometimes referred to, stands up when Grunna gets to him.
Brossic looks away to the left, and after a few moments he quietly says "I can't see anything over there".
The sorcerer stands up too, and looks in the same direction, to where just a few streets away, they can see Sharnd the merchant's rather large house.
One of many large, and fenced off houses, in the leafy and rather affluent neighbourhood in the town of Falmare.
"He could be inside" states Grunna the sorcerer, followed by "Or around the back" as the yard, lawns and gardens behind Sharnd's house are rather large. And from their rooftop viewpoint, they can only see part of the back yard.
"Could be" says Brossic the flatland mercenary, who after pausing for a few moments, adds "Or he might not of made it back to his place".
Then the two of them, as they stand upon the roof of the safe house that Sharnd owns, and that he and Brossic used to work from a decade ago, when they first started working together.
Quickly look away to their right. In the direction they've come from. To the north along the east side of Falmare.
The two of them, the lowland mercenary, and the spellcaster from the coast of the Southlands.
Look at the streets, lanes and alleyways they can see from their vantage point.
Trying to see if they can spot Sharnd the merchant. As well as those who have attacked them. Not just attacked them here in Falmare. But previously up in the port town of Gilsom. And before that, up in the Maldin Hills.
Which on this clear and sunny, warm summer's day in the lowlands, can be seen in the distance, a little over twenty miles to the east.
"Nothing" quietly says Grunna the sorcerer, who is reluctant to cast anything to help aid him in finding Sharnd, or those who have attacked them.
"Same" quietly says Brossic the flatlander, who a brief pause adds "Keep looking".
As above them, a few hundred feet above the neighbourhoods in the southeast section of the town of Falmare.
There's a small hawk circling in the sky. Looking straight down at the rooftop that Grunna the sorcerer and Brossic the mercenary are standing on.
The two of them are totally oblivious to it circling above them, as it has been doing for quite some time now.
Tamric Drubine the field commander looks at Saanea the witch, who stands there with her eyes closed.
"It's not that far away" quietly says Saanea the witch after she opens her eyes "Just a few streets from his home" as she nods at the unconscious Sharnd who is draped over the right shoulder of the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
"We'll get closer" quietly says Tamric Drubine the field commander who looks at Saanea then Shur Kee the monk, as he adds "We'll try and keep out of sight".
Both of them nod, and the young field commander in the armies of Farque. Knows that the three of them will try and keep out of sight.
And Lisell Maera the messenger will definitely do likewise.
Not so the two others in the group, sir Percavelle Lé Dic and Dorc da Orc.
Which is fine by the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, as he knows the two of them will definitely draw the attention of the mercenaries they're after.
"What about him?" asks Saanea with a nod of her head at the unconscious local over the right shoulder of field commander Drubine.
Glancing at Sharnd the merchant, Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, says "He'll pay for what he did".
The son and former heir of a previous knight of castle Drubine, which is located in the forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin, looks at Saanea and Shur Kee as he tells them "Lets not forget what he and those others did in those villages up in the hill country".
Tam who is a senior officer in the armies of Farque, continues with "They killed a lot of the villagers in those places".
Both the pretty looking hillwoman, and the short, statured monk nod in agreement.
Then the nobleborn teenager tells them "Let's get going" followed by "And remember, try and keep out of sight" then looking at the physical adept, he adds "Shur Kee you lead, Saanea will give you directions".
The acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li nods, then makes his way out of the quiet lane they've been standing in.
The spellcaster from the Maldin Hills follows right behind him. And behind her, comes Tamric Drubine. Who still carries the unconscious merchant, Sharnd over his right shoulder.
The short, statured monk who hails from the kingdom of Wah Lee, which is on the far east coast of the continent.
Turns right around a corner, as he follows the directions of the pretty looking hillwoman who happens to be a witch.
And the three of them start making their way through the neighbourhoods in the south of the town of Falmare.
As they head to the safe house, that the mercenaries they're after, are hiding in at this moment.
Also in the south of the large lowland town, is sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
The large heavily armoured knight, who happens to be a former paladin, has stopped at a crossroads.
The street he's on has ended, and his only choices are to turn left or right.
The nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic, looks in both directions, and wonders which way to go.
"Hmmmmm, me thinks you've got a bit of a dilemma here Percy old chap" sir Percavelle Lé Dic murmurs to himself.
It's a rather loud murmur, and many on the street can hear him. The the nobleborn knight has already drawn a bit of attention. He draws more now as he stands there in the middle of the street talking to himself.
"Left or right?" loudly murmurs the former earl of Lé Dic, who then adds a "Wot" as he looks in both directions, as he wonders which way to go.
Then member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che, shrugs his heavily armoured shoulders as he picks a way.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic, or Percy as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, turns left.
He goes about twenty yards, then turns right onto a street that continues southwards through the southern part of Falmare.
Also in the southern part of town is Dorc da Orc and Lisell Maera the messenger.
Infact the two of them aren't all that far behind sir Percavelle Lé Dic, basically in the same part of town.
The large ork has caught the scent of the nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic.
Causing the ork warleader to growl and mutter to himself in the incomprehensible language of the orks.
Lisell Maera or Lis as she's more commonly called by the others in the group, glances sideways at the grumbling ork weaponsmith.
The tall, athletic, and attractive looking young woman from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury, picks up the pace. And soon out distances the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
The messenger in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque. Has looked up into the clear summer sky, and spotted Saanea's familiar.
The raptor, is much closer, and the circles it's doing a few hundred feet above the ground are getting tighter and tighter.
The attractive young woman from the coast of the Southlands knows that those they're after, aren't all that faraway now.
And that it's probably best to keep away from Dorkindle, as no doubt the large ork will been seen from quite some distance. As he tends to be seen and heard by anyone who is keeping an eye out for him.
It doesn't help that he's seven and half foot tall, weighs seven hundred and fifty pounds and is green. Not to mention he's usually extremely loud, and people hear him coming as much as see him.
Lis who is far more subtle, and a hell of a lot more discreet. Wants to see what they're heading into. So she gets away from the large ork as much as she can.
Just a bit further south and east in the town of Falmare. Tamric Drubine the field commander, Saanea the witch, and Shur Kee the monk have stopped in a street, in a quiet residential neighbourhood in the southeast of Falmare.
"They're around the corner on the next street to the right" quietly says Saanea the witch.
The spellcaster from the Maldin Hills who is holding her power within herself at the moment, recalls what she last saw through the eyes of her familiar, as she quietly adds "A small house, about halfway down on the otherside, two of them might be on the roof of it".
Tamric Drubine the field commander nods, then looking down at the unconscious merchant Sharnd who he's put on the ground, he quietly says "Tie his wrists together, and gag him".
The nobleborn teenager then steps away from the entrance of the alley they're in. Walks infront of the house next to, then stops at the corner, and glances around the corner, and looks down the street to the right.
The young field commander in the armies of Farque spots the house Saanea described.
And he sees two of those they've been chasing, standing on the roof of the small house. That's about forty yards away to the right, on the otherside of the street.
Tam recognises them as Brossic the lowland mercenary, and Grunna the sorcerer.
He watches as the two of them crouch, and Brossic points away to the north, and he and Grunna quietly discuss something.
Field commander Drubine steps back, then he turns, hurries along infront of the house, and turns into the alleyway that Shur Kee and Saanea are in.
"Time for you to wake up" quietly says the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin as he looks down at the unconscious lowlander, Sharnd the merchant.
Whose wrists are bound together infront of him, with leather ties that Saanea has.
And who has a wad of cloth stuffed into his mouth. And another strip of cloth tied around his face and head. Keeping the wad of cloth stuffed into his mouth.
Tam takes his water bottle, and pours the contents of it on the face of Sharnd the merchant, then he slaps the lowlander, who groans as he wakes.
The young field commander the looks down through the alleyway, and softly calls out "Percy down here". As he spots the large, heavily armoured knight come to stop at the end of the street down there.
The former paladin peers down to the this end of the alleyway, spots the others and makes his way to them.
"You've got one of the dastardly villains, wot" states sir Percavelle Lé Dic as he sees Sharnd the merchant who has woken up, and is looking petrified as he looks up them standing over him.
"Yeah" says field commander Drubine, who then adds "And we're just about to get the others too".
A moment later, and the nobleborn teenager from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin says "Perfect" as Lisell Maera the messenger comes jogging into the alleyway, from the same direction the former earl of Lé Dic came from.
"On your feet you" says Tamric Drubine who along with Shur Kee the monk, stand Sharnd the merchant up.
The young field commander in the armies of Farque slightly smiles, and says to the bound and gagged flatland merchant "You're going for a walk".
The lowlander who along with four other mercenaries, has plans for creating a nation of their own up in the Maldin Hills.
Looks both confused, and frightened out of his wits as he looks at those standing around him.
Then he jumps in fright when Tamric Drubine grabs his right arm, then quietly starts explaining something to him . . . . . .
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