Eyerthrein chuckled. “You just can’t stay out of trouble Dael. Fairlawn was walled hamlet north of here that was destroyed in a massacre centuries ago. An evil sorceress attacked the town and the town’s Baron bravely resisted. Few survived. The Baron is eulogized in the songs of the bards. The heritage of Woeste of Fairlawn has outlived that of his slayer- I can’t recall her name! The monks of the Calamitous Forest created a shrine in the memory of Baron Woeste; the statue stands near the foothills. This hamlet, though small, is very old. It was founded shortly after Fairlawn was laid waste. The battle of Fairlawn contains the first mention of the priestess Knarra in the annals of history.”
“Is there anything about history that you don’t know?” Erinnia asked.
“Yes. I don’t know where you come from and I don’t know where the great Ravenna went,” Eyerthrein honestly answered.
“Then you’re a little short in your knowledge of red-haired elves,” Dael sarcastically added.
Erinnia pouted.
Eyerthrein pouted.
At the other table Cara said, “This is an odd situation. We know our final destination. Calaiz tells us that. The demon Uyrg tells us that. Our foe makes no secret of his location. We know from Eomore’s ordeal the location of the Assassin’s Fortress called Infernos which supposedly hides the Death of Magick. What we don’t know is the location of the lair of the Banshee΄. Beavertown is a day’s ride down river. Rancide is another day away. Rancide is a very old city. It’s as old as Lyndyn; maybe as old as Hillesdale. Rancide is governed by a Baron. It always has been. The Barons have never been able to unite. Lawlessness persists beyond the city’s limits. We saw that on the river. We’ll canoe to Beavertown tomorrow if everyone is in agreement. I doubt we’ll learn much until we reach Rancide.”
“Nice summary, Cara. We must be careful here. Rooms are available now. No one! No one should go out alone,” Nigel said.
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