Drumwe Isles

chapter ten

Lynet turned away from the dead man to her fellow bandits. "The Tree of Dillac has been found. It lies in Fallburne." The group of them murmur and smirk. It had been a while since they'd landed on a specific target. For months now they'd been scouring the countryside between Taudor and Dillac, wreaking a little havoc here and then some more there.

Generally the group of them roamed about with Lynet at their head as the leader, of sorts. Part of the reason being she was a damned brute. Downright evil, some of them would say. Then of course there was her intellect. Now she wasn't the only member of their group with good sense, Sukie and Fowke were tacticians in their own right and Lynet often sought their council if ever difficult decisions were to be made. It certainly helped that Lynet was a beauty. She bore flaming red locks down to her waist and toned bronze skin with its share of scrapes and freckles. She had eyes of deep forest green which often found themselves in deep thought. Lynet was a perfect leader in many ways.

Botolfe scooped up his warhammer and gestured to Alais, who grabbed her daggers. Randoul and Fowke pulled up their shrouding cloaks and took to snatching their bows. Sukie had already been at the ready, as she'd been tasked with standing guard over the resting others whilst Lynet acquired information from the prisoner.

"Do we know where in Fallburne?" Sukie asked, drawing her thick black hair into a tie at the back of her head. Lynet shook her head.

"The Elves are pretty territorial. Are you sure we should risk it?"

"Pfft- what, because some woodland creatures get feisty we're going to miss out on the chance at being immortal?" Randoul scoffed.

Lynet sat thinking for a moment.

"The Elves aren't simply woodland creatures, you oaf. They're a civilization of already-immortal warriors."

Sukie and Randoul continued to bicker until Lynet held up a hand for them to stop.

"Sukie's right, the Elves aren't to be taken lightly. But nor is the possibility of immortality, as Randoul said." Lynet acknowledges both of them.

Botolfe nods in agreement as Alais boredly cuts ants into pieces with the sharper of her two daggers. Alais was sort of like their mascot, with a delicious amount of murderous rage and insanity, though she was unassuming in stature and build. The group had been pretty content with their current camp. It had a quaint fireplace, their tents were set up just outside and partially inside the mouth of a cave, which kept them sheltered were it to rain and even better, their cave had water towards the back where they were able to bathe with regularity. It was a sweet spot and while none of them were quick to jump at the idea of leaving it, they were the types to get restless if they sat in one place for too long.

"We will go into Fallburne and find the tree, but we've got to keep our guards up."

The group of them seemed agreeable enough and they gathered their luggage for the trip. 

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