Maruc stuffed the last of the gemstones in a sack. “It seems it was not for riches that Golthar sought the secrets of the tapestry.”
Miklos hefted his much heavier backpack onto his shoulders. A spell book was an awkward thing at the best of times, but two were proving much worse. He didn’t complain, he was too excited. The thanked Ludo again.
“No Maruc, although I am surprised that we found no evidence of the Sons of Night here. But still, we cannot let them get ahead of us. There is more than one way to find somewhere. Perhaps the tapestry was the easiest, they may become more desperate, Desperate people make desperate choices. We must not delay here but with all speed seek the northern pass.”
While Feldard was more than happy to help clear out the gemstones and other valuables from the hideout, their search seemed to turn up little that might answer any questions they had. He nodded his agreement with Miklos’ assessment. “Those of us with our weapons should return to the boat and meet the others further north of the city before the dam. From there we can regroup and head for the pass.”
Ludo smiled, the night had been very profitable. Golthar was dead, gone from his nightmares forever. They had discovered riches and for once did not have to worry about being followed. They could begin their journey north knowing that the path behind them was free of foes.
“I agree with Feldard. I will collect my bow in the morning from the city guard and meet you north of the town at the dam. Then we can head to the northern pass and make our way to Hutaaka.”
Stephan couldn’t argue with the logic of Miklos’ and Feldard’s plans. He sighed nonetheless at the thought of the missed pint and comfy pallet in the inn. But the thought of more travel in woods spurred him on.
Stephan said in low tones, “The Foamfire River becomes unpassable not too long after we depart. The bulk of our journey will be on foot. But, save that, it sounds like a good plan. Miklos, will you take this gold seal?” He referred to the gold seal of the Iron Ring they’d found in the fireplace.
Hasan shook his head vigorously. “Yes, out of the city and off we shall go. Well done, Ludo, to bring us this good fortune, but it is time to head out into the wild land. Miklos, do share that spellbook as we wait.”
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In the morning, the group prepared to leave Threshold as planned. The town guard did not patrol the streets of Fogor Isle at night, but now daylight had returned, and thus they were back. Though they made it through the streets without trouble, when they got to the riverside, their luck ran out. A small group of patrolmen were gathered around the boat that Ludo had stolen the night before. One of them was engaged in conversation with one of the townsfolk.
“Yes, yes. That’s my boat! Someone took it from the dock.”
“It is not legal to moor your boat here.”
“It wasn’t me. Someone stole it I said!”