Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171204071002/@comment-33787399-20171218152153

Hannund, opn reading the letter, disposed of it swiftly so there was no written record of the location of his business. The pice of paper twisted and burned in his hand as he dropped it, reducing it to a meagre pile of ashes beside him.

He was not at all surprised news traveled fast, although it did give him an picture of how perceptive and swift Alan's agents really were.

It wasn't long before Hannund found the inn the letter spoke of. He got off his horse as he eyed his surroundings, all the more cautious now that he was approaching who he had come for. He knew better than to assume spies did not serve the other side of the conflict.

He did not bother tying his horse to a post, for the steed was loyal and not easily fazed by danger. He entered the inn, his imposing figure and heavy boots announcing his arrival. Then, he headed for the stairs - eager to meet who had been expecting him.