Orrick ducked into the small alleyway, to his rear Gadric stood protectively his sword drawn he watched out across the street. “Do you really think anyone would attack me here?” he asked doubtfully.
“Perhaps Milord, best be safe”
Nodding Orrick knocked lightly on the wooden door, it took several moments but eventually a familiar face appeared. The hairs on the back of his neck bristling as he saw the old woman. “Lynette” he nodded grimly, “I said I would call” Continue reading
“Oh Bailey not again!” Lynette gasped opening the door to find her son standing in the rain with a young girl likewise soaked.
“Ma, it ain’t like that!” the young man protested, “Please ma they need your help”
“They?” she queried, peering around. Continue reading
Bailey scanned the dim barn, dim morning light filtering though the wooden panels to leave a crisscross of light and shade upon the ground. “Is anyone there?” he asked nervously hearing a sound somewhere in the hayloft.
Circling around he picked up the yard brush to defend himself. There was definitely someone here with him and sadly no he did not believe it in his good fortune for that person to be his brother.