September 19, 1640
• The pounding in Brac’s head is all that remains of the heady drink shared with the King’s advisor Lord Talisien.
• Brac attempts to ditch his guard duty given he is tired and suffering the ill effects of the fine wines...but Captain Morkar has seen his share of loafers and recognizes the best duty for this would-be hero is to pound the drum at the head of the few recruits who are also in need of some marching. The hills surrounding Castle Hyareth prove quite adequate in getting our Knight’s attention.
• Lauging uproariously at Brac’s final days of marching, Galador and Brac put the finishing touches on a missive to Brac’s father imploring him to intervene on their behalf in order to get the time to pursue some help in their quest to rescue Ceradon from Castle Eldanar.
• Galador knows of other places he might get some help and information and smiles as he enters the smithy of Hagrim Durnst noting the new Dwarven curses floating through the air along with the faint smell of burnt hair.
• Dragging Brac by the feet to a cot, Hagrim shakes the fire-red beard that is the signature of his clan at Galador “Boy, couldn’t handle his Ale, it’s a wonder ya dunt need me help.”
• Galador talks to Hagrim late into the night with only brief interruptions from the snoring Knight.
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