frustrating situation knowing that these incidents were an accepted thing among people. No one here in the village would bat an eyelid at the story of what happened, that he was sure of.
If it had been a band of outlaws who had done the torturing there would have been posses formed and cries of self righteous indignation with calls for justice. He thought about the message that the elf Aldorn had given him just after the fall of the clans a year ago. Prepare, train and gather a team, be ready for something big. He had heard the message and had decided to do so. At the time he had asked if it was to be about the orcs but had been told no, it was something far bigger but no clue as to what it could be was given.
This past year he had focused on building up his abilities in magics again, his skills had lapsed for many years and it had taken quite an effort to get them back on track. Then Lord Cazzara had approached him about going on scouting patrols along the borderlands to survey for likely placements of wilderness forts to guard against large incursions by orc bands. The orcs had been raiding up and down the eastern edges of the Kingdom in the months that followed the destruction of the Nightclans and they were now recognized as a more serious threat than in the past. But governments being what they are, if it wasn't an immediate danger then spending as little as possible on the problem was their thing. It would take a major attack on some large Kingdom town for the royals in Kassandrea to sit up and take notice. To them the orcs were a nuisance, nothing more.
Oh well maybe they were, after all didn't Aldorn hint at something far more sinister? Something far more dangerous? If only he had some idea of what was to come, he could prepare better. Heck, he wasn't even sure if a band of eight would make any difference as it was. Aldorn had hinted that it was though, well Wollfen didn't like having to work on things in the dark, Aldorn seemed to know more than he was letting on too. What was the point of that? He was acting like the gods in that respect. Do this, do that, you don't have to understand why, it will become clear later. Sure, if you were lucky enough to understand. Most times he didn't.
He looked at the window and noticed it was dark out. He got up and went downstairs, people were already arriving for evening meals and he saw Solynne and Kane sitting in a booth at the back. Going over to them he sat down with a hello,
“Did you lot managed to keep yourselves entertained this afternoon?”
Both Kane and Solynne smiled at each other, smirking like two teenagers. Wollfen immediately understood what they had gotten up to, some tryst out in the woods he was sure.
“Alright don't give me any details, I don't wanna know.” The two of them laughed.
“Hey we ordered you dinner a little while ago, we were going to come get you soon.”
“Oh that's cool, thanks for that, what did you order?” Solynne responded,
“You usual that you like, venison and vegetables, you are pretty predictable with your eating habits.”
“Yeah, okay maybe so.”
Within a few minutes three heaped plates of food were brought out and they all smelled the rich aroma before tucking in. The hot food was welcome and they enjoyed the fare, Kels was a good cook and his pride in his work showed.
After they had filled their bellies Wollfen ordered a round of drinks as the plates were carried away by a barmaid. He looked around leaning back and rubbing his belly, there was a commotion outside and the three of them all looked toward the door in curiosity.
“Shall we have a gander?” Wollfen shrugged, why not?
They got up and walked out the door, a small caravan of wagons were slowly pulling in and at the rear a guard on horseback had three horses in tow, each of the three horses had a body tied to it. The guard pulled up and looked around before calling out,
“Is there a sheriff in this town?”
The guard was a female, Wollfen walked