Count Thorgresh's Estates

Khel squinted as his eyes were not as keen as the blue elven eyes of Florshal. He scanned the horizon to the South noteing Count Anar Thorgrath’s estates in the distance realizing they were close to the Duke’s home. Soon enough the entire group however was resting comfortably telling the Duke their story of flight and now the search to find Verak.

The Duke is hospitable despite his reservations over the Uloronai’s presence but Khel is keenly aware that the aging friend of the Rennigar family and one of his favourite drinking partners (and sources of information) is nervous in the face of helping the young Lord when prying eyes could get him in trouble with his liege Lord Palentine.

Despite those reservations the group feels compelled to wait the arrival of Florshal who has remained behind at the Rennigar Estates doing some research and exploring the many books there. Keeping a constant vigil to ensure that the Royal Guard are not coming to Thorgrath in pursuit as well Florshal finally joins the group with a message from Torodac Rennigar, Khel’s Father who indicates the Renniger lands are under defacto martial law in pursuit of Khel.

With a sigh of relief Count Anar bids farewell to the troubled Lord he has counted as a good friend and confidant despite the difference in years between them.

Khel wiped his sword of the gore that clung to it like dripping sap. The bandits head that now lay crushed at his feet had not fared well in the battle. The young Lord moved to the lone survivor of the four would-be assassins that Florshal spotted long before they had a chance to sneak up on the group. “Who sent you dog? Your life is forefeit, might as well come clean at the end of days.”

Stuggling against the tight ropes that anDrok has secured him with the Assasin spits in Khel’s direction.

anDrok, ever unpredictable in such situations makes the unilateral decision to split the Assasin’s head in two. “That’ll teach ‘em to show some respect”.

A pragmatist like his father Khel turns away quickly and mounts his horse leaving Florshal and Dror open-mouthed at the quick and sudden turn of events. Florshal, more appalled at the ever increasing evidence that the rest of this party must be cured of its barbarism and Dror simply out of pitty that he had not done the same thing himself.

Alas, getting to the Southern coast of the Mhendarian Palatinate brings the group to a small fishing village. The simpletons in the town cower at the sight of the Uloronai which proves too much to overcome in negotiating passage in a small boat to Tretha. Son of a B…A frikkin’ horse trip to Tretha. Determined now more than ever Khel starts formulating a plan of attack. Ever the schemer he discards the thought of hiding the Uloronai till the last moment in negotiating passage (hopefully on a bigger boat) in Tretha. Little does the young Lord know that the elf and Uloronai will test his subtle tongue and his resources in ways he has yet to imagine.