43rd of Zi'da, 717.
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Deaths. Blackmail, extortion. His own family wanted him gone, but was it for his own safety, or fear of what he might find out? Surely not the latter, but why hide the blackmail, what information did they have on Ganda? Were the deaths connected? Was that what was meant by the 'dire consequences' mentioned in that letter? Why was none of this being filed through the authorities, unless it wasn't supposed to get out? Just what the hell was going on? "You're driving yourself in circles," Greyhide informed him unhelpfully. "Sit down, take a breath, and think about this properly. Perhaps it is better if you leave." Absolutely out of the question, he thought, pushing another branch out of his face as he strode deeper into the forest. "If they're willing to kill Great-uncle Mar'fal, they're willing to kill you." That's why he was armed. A bow over his back, with a full quiver too. A long-sword at his side, tucked into his belt, and a dagger at his back in much the same arrangement. Besides, that's what he had Greyhide and Cold for. "I can't stop an arrow sliding through your neck. Too many scents. Whoever's behind this could be ten feet away hiding in the bushes with a loaded crossbow and neither of us would know. You need to turn back."
He set his jaw, hard. If they were willing to kill Mar'fal, there could be no telling who was going to come next. If he didn't find out who was responsible, and put an end to it, then he already knew Ganda would be the next. The man could swing axes with a strength he shouldn't possess, but he wasn't a young man anymore.
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Deaths. Blackmail, extortion. His own family wanted him gone, but was it for his own safety, or fear of what he might find out? Surely not the latter, but why hide the blackmail, what information did they have on Ganda? Were the deaths connected? Was that what was meant by the 'dire consequences' mentioned in that letter? Why was none of this being filed through the authorities, unless it wasn't supposed to get out? Just what the hell was going on? "You're driving yourself in circles," Greyhide informed him unhelpfully. "Sit down, take a breath, and think about this properly. Perhaps it is better if you leave." Absolutely out of the question, he thought, pushing another branch out of his face as he strode deeper into the forest. "If they're willing to kill Great-uncle Mar'fal, they're willing to kill you." That's why he was armed. A bow over his back, with a full quiver too. A long-sword at his side, tucked into his belt, and a dagger at his back in much the same arrangement. Besides, that's what he had Greyhide and Cold for. "I can't stop an arrow sliding through your neck. Too many scents. Whoever's behind this could be ten feet away hiding in the bushes with a loaded crossbow and neither of us would know. You need to turn back."
He set his jaw, hard. If they were willing to kill Mar'fal, there could be no telling who was going to come next. If he didn't find out who was responsible, and put an end to it, then he already knew Ganda would be the next. The man could swing axes with a strength he shouldn't possess, but he wasn't a young man anymore.