With that Chisel ordered their departure, ever conscious as he stared around that the real Strainsier could well be nearby, watching them, or fearing them. Either way he dit care to find out. Part of him feared Strainsier, and yet he cared more for dnhis life up north then he ever did wasting away in the Cirgon Hall on the orders of others. It made him sick to think about it again. He took a final stare upon the old oak tree hollow and laughed. "See you tomorrow Strainsier!" Quickly he pocketed the linen and tightened up his coat for the brisk walk that lay ahead. The Dervion hall was the best part of an hour's walk in such chilling weather and he was in quite the rush to return.

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