#vanariel

Brynjolf stepped into Miwor Town, watching as the townspeople rebuilt their town.  He scowled to himself, shifting away from the throng of people in the streets.  He peeked out from behind his hood, glancing around at town and looking for the Two Bucks Inn.  He rubbed his scratchy beard, sleep deprived eyes red from the days of travel from the south.

“Let’s go lion hunting!”  Bell called from her horse, gently nudging the horse forward a bit.  She was excited to be back in Highwing, and she was ready to be on the road.  The sun had barely started to rise, but she had been up long before that.  She’d packed a week’s worth of clothes, a few dresses and a few breeches for the chase.  Mostly, she’d brought a key.  The key to her hoard in Highwing.  She’d drop them by there and grab some gold and seek out some of her....lest than reputable contacts in the city.  If anyone knew were a Narfeni lion was, it’d be one of them.  One-Eyed Jim.  Brick.  Fat Bill (who was actually about as big as a needle).  They’d be able to help them, or at least one of them may be able to.  She couldn’t wait to show Tahir the capital, and she couldn’t wait to show Vana what she’d missed being up in that citadel of hers.  So, she was... a bit excited.