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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Medriev" data-source="post: 4498587" data-attributes="member: 21864">Chapter 7 - Winter Travelers (Part 2)Enlishia looked out from the wall towards the distant ruined keep and thought again of Mandratan and Gevarn who had fallen there. It had hit Dulvarna hardest of all for she took the burden of responsibility upon herself and now journeyed to the graveyard beyond Winterhaven’s walls at dawn and dusk to honour the fallen with candles and prayers as Lathander taught. Enlishia had sought her own solace on the walls of Winterhaven, aiding Lord Padraig’s meager militia as they watched for goblins and worse during the worst of the winter weather. That they would have to return to the ruined keep was not in doubt in Enlishia’s mind but they would likely need allies. Perhaps the militiamen would yet serve, she mused.Suddenly, she heard her companion , a young man named Deernan who was barely a year older than she was, cry out. He stood on the wall on the other side of the village gate and had obviously been more attentive than she had been for he was gesturing toward the trail that led up from the East Way. Enlishia looked down and saw a wagon, pulled by two draft horses and flanked by three robed figures making its way slowly up the trail from the East Way. Enlishia picked up her bow from where it rested against the parapet and started across towards the gate. She reached over her shoulder and pulled an arrow from the quiver slung there, nocking it to the bow string as she went.“Who comes, Deernan?” she asked as she reached the gate.“I know not,” the man answered, none are expected.“Who goes there?” Enlishia called out into the night. “Who comes to Winterhaven.”“I am Ambassador for the First Lord of Hillsfar,” called back a gruff, male voice that seemed strangely familiar. “I am bound for Suzail and the Court of the Purple Dragon and seek shelter here for Midwinter.”It was Midwinter Eve the next day and Lord Padraig was having a feast at which specially selected animals would be cooked to provide a respite from the lean winter months. If the man was who he said he was then he would have to be admitted else it would bode ill for Padraig and Winterhaven when the man reached Suzail. Enlishia allowed herself a moment of indecision and then called down to the man once more.“Who travels with you?” she called.“Advisors and bodyguards, both,” called back the man and now Enlishia felt sure that she had heard his voice before.“Open the gates,” she called down to others below and slowly, with a loud grate, the stout wooden bar was slid aside and the gates of Winterhaven swung open.“Stay here,” Enlishia said as she started for the stairs down to the street. “And load your crossbow just in case.”The man looked alarmed for a moment before picking up his crossbow and beginning to crank it back. Enlishia ambled down the stairs, an arrow still nocked to her bow. As she reached the street, the man, his wagon and his escorts were just passing through the gateway and he turned towards her.“Hello Enlishia,” said the man, pulling back his hood.“Lord Berdar,” Enlishia gasped and then rushed to embrace the man, throwing her bow aside.</blockquote>

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