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Message: <blockquote data-quote="SirCaith" data-source="post: 4241741" data-attributes="member: 30859">Lucien MontroseIt had been a long and tiring journey for Lucien, but the gates of Saltmarsh were finally before him.  He knew he was late for the reading of old Ambrose's will, but there had been no help for the matter.  The small group of raiders that had attacked the small freehold on the southeast edge of the Dreadwood would not trouble any more souls.  He had been lucky to not be seriously injured, but the five men had not been expecting a Pegasus of the March, just an old crippled man and the daughter who had remained to care for him after his wife and her mother had died.  Those damned souls did not weigh at all on his conscience.  But doing what healing he could for the old farmer, and calming the daughter, had added a day to his travels.  And he couldn't have left the bodies of the brigands where they had fallen, fouling the hold and possibly attracted creatures from out of the 'Wood to terrorize the shaken family.  While they might not have deserved the service he had given, he thought it best to ensure that their shades never came back to haunt this plane.He had to provide proof to be admitted through the city gates after dark, but the reputation of the Knights of the March helped to calm the fears of the guards.  Getting directions from the watch officer to the Lizard's Boat, he walked Trelayne though the quieting streets.  He was getting close to his objective, when a sound like a thunderclap reached his ears, in a night without a cloud in the sky.  As an old campaigner, he recognizes it as the sound of a thunderstone, coming from what should be the Inn.  He draws his sword, and urges Trelayne forward at a canter.</blockquote>

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