After my tribe had agreed that I should be the one to find our missing members I went along the route they took. When I was a couple days journey from the Serpentine River I came across a place where an ambush had happened. What I saw was very strange. There had been a fight. My people must have prevailed because they had enough time to bury their bodies in the traditional way (on a raised platform with their stuff and under some hides). When I went to check on the bodies to get a better idea of how long ago this had happened THERE WERE NO BODIES!! What would anyone want with 3 dead Cynthians. Are the city people that weird?
Once I had crossed the Serpentine and the Crawl River I came across the second ambush. Here there was a hand that was more decomposed than the battle that had taken place. This ambush had not happened to long ago. I was close. I started to follow them and as I came very close to them I went through the woods to get ahead of them. I saw a group of about twenty four men and the rest of my people. I saw one group who sounded like they had been hired take most of the horses and go. Another group took the rest of the horses and my people. The last group seemed to be the leaders and were heading toward a rendezvous. I followed the people who were going to the rendezvous.
I followed them to a place where they left two men and their horses. I got off my horse and took care of the two men. I followed the trail the other three men had left to a farm house. They were trying to break in. I could hear a woman inside telling them to go away. I snuck up and took care of the three men. After I had helped the woman tie the men up I went back to get my horse. There was one guy who was up and knocked me out. When I woke up I got my horse and went beck to the farmhouse. I stayed with the woman that night and asked the men some questions. They refused to tell me who they were working for, however I took these badges that they all were wearing
The woman was a farmer with her husband. They had three children. Both the nights I stayed I told them stories from the Cynthian Plains. The second day I loaded up my horse with the stuff from the men and tied them up to go to town. The sheriff, who I guess is the bringer of law in small towns, took them. He didn’t seem to mind after I told him who they had been attacking. I sold my stuff to the shopkeeper, the person who distributes what people need if they have these coin things, and went on my way to Wickshine’s Inn the place where the rendezvous was to take place. I had received instructions on how to get there from the sheriff.