Book 2, Chapter #3: The Brothers Grim
After Cato’s immolation of the undead ravens, it seemed that Foxglove Manor was finally content to let the party leave—or at least that it had no further resources to stop them. The group returned to find their horses (thankfully) unmolested, and mounted up to make the ride back to Sandpoint.
Given that it was the middle of the night, however, and everyone was exhausted, it wasn’t long before they found a suitable place to make camp and rest until morning. The breaking dawn found them sore and still tired, but at least the sun gave the group good light to see by, and the brisk late-summer breeze, tinged with sea salt, fortified them for the ride ahead.
And so it was the wearied cadre of Sandpoint Saviors rode over southbridge, seemingly victorious once again.
“Sergeant Storval!” Tal Harden stood guard on the Sandpoint side of the bridge, sandy-brown hair as unruly as ever. He straightened up, saluted, and tried to look extremely put-together for the higher-ranking man. “Welcome back, Kellan." Tal's ready grin peeked through his professional demeanor. "How did things go?”
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