After the meet and greet with Haedran, Faolan and I retired to the keep for some much needed rest. I had a lot of information to pass on to my Lord Andro and needed some quiet to process. I sat at my desk staring at the piece of parchment waiting for my thoughts to organize….where to start? How does one even begin to describe the sun? ‘This is going to take a while’ I said to Faolan. Faolan groaned and glanced longingly at the door.
A few hours later I was still trying to write this damn letter and Faolan had decided to pass out in front of the fire completely intent on ignoring me in oblivion. There were wads of crumpled parchment surrounding me. “Want to trade me places?” I teased Faolan….his answering snore answered that question.
All of a sudden Faolan woke at full attention growling at the door. I was up and armed before I realized what had pissed him off. Then I heard it… a visceral growl of such anger and familiarity that it brought a wicked grin to my face… Somewhere nearby someone had REALLY angered my friend. Faolan glanced back to me to see if I was ready. I was already counting my arrows as I reached him at the door. "Come Faolan, lets not let Ulkraga have all the fun’