Flight to the Rennigar Estates

Khel jumped into the saddle as his squire anDrok smiled knowing that the young Lord was suffering the after-effects of a night of over-indulgence. Spurring their horses cross country the small eclectic group must seem strange to those farmhands who briefly looked up from the crops and animals they were tending to note an Elf leading well dressed humans and something else that raised the ire in most men. The Uloronai named Dror.

Florshal’s cross country pass was effective as the group quickly overtook the Palatine Royal Guard. Or so the Elven eyes were said to see.
Taking the lead at the head of the column now that they were in sight of the city’s main gates the guards bowed ever so slightly as Khel stormed through on horseback directly to his fathers estates. As the lather from the dripping horses still dripped the young lord blurted his story out to his father.

“Dad, I screwed up Royally this time….literally, there was this chick, Lady Elicia, nice looking. Count Villar helped introduce me the traitor. My charm won her over but I get up to the room were supposed to…uh…have late night tea in …and there she is dead. Before you can say “setup” I was hauled off as her killer and I swear I had nothing to do with it. And then this Uloronai gets hired to kill me but ends up rescuing me but I stupidly went to the apartments and had to escape with a couple of my friends, this Uloronai named Dror…and now the bloody Royal Guard are on their way here because I’m on the lamb as it were.”

Khel’s fathers, Toradac face was flushed in anger as his son shrank into the plush leather chair that sat opposite his father’s oak desk. His mother had always tried to convince Khel’s father to get rid of the large albatross of a desk that looked like it had seen better days but now that Khel’s mother was dead, his father would not change a thing in his home, most especially the desk.

Slamming his heavy fist into the desk Toradac bellowed “I will rip out Villar’s guts for this one….or did you kill him…I would have killed him by now…but you probably knew better. How long do we have before we have to get you out of here?”

Once again surprised by his father’s pragmatic approach and protectionism he showed Khel the young Lord answered stoically, “Sorry Dad, wasn’t able to get to Villar…but I do know which of his staff set me up Verak. He’s supposed to be in Bridgerton. I may head there after lying low for a while. Do you think it’s safe to head down to hide out at Count Thorgraths?”

“To be sure my son, best you head there soon! Be wary, Villar will be looking for you as well. You could certainly be his undoing if you can provide proof that he set this up. He must be feeling the moves you were making in allying the Lord Palatine’s courtiers with our cause. Come, let us see you with fresh supplies and on your way.”

As the two men walked down one of the long halls filled with large slate slabs Khel’s father’s brow lowered in concern as he lowered his voice to admonish Khel, “Really, an Ulronai. Are you sure about this character? They are the dogs of the Palatinate son, hopefully you are simply going to leave him by the roadside as soon as you are done…Now about our plans to bring about some Royal changes…”