It was already late as the group of templars drove into Lothering, stopping in front of the chantry. Between the men in armor was one mage who they had tracked down. The mage was sitting on a horse with at both sides a templar to make sure there was no chance of escaping. It had been enough trouble to find the magician not to mention the resistance he had given them. But they succeeded with minor wounds. A clean job the leader had even said.
"Sisters?" the leader of the group yelled, claiming the attention of whoever was still awake inside. It had been a long trip to get here after all and everyone was longing for a good meal and a long peacefull night rest. Candlelights lit up the building as the door was opened by a chantry sister. "John bring the horses to the stable will you" Their leader commented as he dismounted with the rest of the group following his example.Â
"Got it, sir" The youngest templar of the group replied, taking over the reins of the horses to lead them to the stables. All the horses followed him without trouble, the noble beasts knew the drill and once in the stables they found places by themselves to rest. All he needed to do was remove the saddles. "Hello?" another sound that wasn't from the horses had caught his attention.
