Ydalon
The boy nodded absently where he stood, the bag of belongings already slung over his shoulder, peering through the fog at something unseen. He knew his night on the moss had left a pattern, green stains soaked into the shirt, but then his clothing had been ruined long ago already. Angry branches, muddy streets, the splash of ale, nights as these, all contrived in their own way to make his appearance match his purse.
Ydalon did not reply to Zak's words, since the man had already wandered off. Had he remained, the boy might still have ignored the comments. He was not about to leave people behind here, and they were not the bandits doing the hunting on this early hour, so far removed from any roads. Yet with a bit of fortune, he mused, the Lords might even have breakfast ready for the group.
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"I promised you a way across the river," the young man told the group.
"And I will take you there myself. But last night we spoke of the bandits, and before we go our own ways, we strangers will strike them a blow. There is a reason we stopped here, and now I know none will run off to warn the Lords of Vision, I can tell you.
"You cannot see it because of the trees, but not an hour away there's a tower. It is old and parts are crumbling, but the bandits use it for a staging post. There are other lairs like it, where they sleep and keep their supplies and their profits. We're going to raid this one.
"With a bit of luck, most of them will be out on the roads by the time we get there, and the others won't expect an attack. They have eyes and ears, and they know when trouble is coming down the roads. We haven't been using the roads.
"And one more thing about that tower. I don't know what you'll do when we get there, but don't enter the top floor for any reason. It won't support your weight.
"We'll see about the attack plan when we get there and know how many bandits are in. If you've pressing questions or second thoughts you'd best speak up now, otherwise, fall in behind me. We want to get there before they're alert and patrolling."
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