WestHold, Hervis Daubeny's Stronghold in Ashfeld. He was one of the warlords who controlled the Iron legion. He was a coward, and didn't fight his own wars. But I didn't come to see him.
I rode towards the main gate in a horse drawn carriage, the lawbringers armor in the back. As we approached, I slowed the horse down to a stop. "Who Approaches my castle without warning!" Daubeny yelled from a wall at the top of the main Castle. "That depends on how fast I get through, Daubeny!" I yelled back.
"Richter, I should have known. Let her through." Daubeny said to the Guard.
The gate slowly opened up and I lead the horse through the gate. The inside of the castle was mostly just a large courtyard. The walls and inner castle was were most people were throughout the day and and night.
I pulled the horse to the large stables at the edge of the courtyard. I tied off his reins to a wooden pole. I walked towards the nearest entrance into the inner walls. The walkway was crowded by the elderly and drunkards alike. One man with a large glass in his hand bumped into me and scowled. "Watch where your going girl." He said with a slurred and mispronounced voice. I just shot him a glare that made him look the other way. I continued more into the castle until I reached a large wooden door.
I pushed the door open and felt a large blast of hot air. 'whoever can spend days down here is inhuman' I thought. "Richter, I was wondering when you would finally come to see me." I heard a familiar booming voice say. I turned towards the right of the room to see a large burly man with practically nothing on standing near a large forge. "Stigandr, welcoming as ever." He walked over and we shook hands in the traditional way. "how long has it been?" he asked. "too long." I answered with a laugh.
We both walked over to the other corner of the room and sat down on a couple of large crates.
"So what brings you to my humble abode." He asked in confusion at my presence.
"I need a favor," I started "I finally tracked down the lawbringer."
"And..."
"He's dead, but his armor is still intact."
"And what am I to do?"
"I want you to refit it to me." I finally finished.
"Are you sure, he killed- never mind." He said, stopping himself.
"I'm sure, I've thought about and have decided it's the best decision. I need to become what I feared most."
"Very well, I'll have someone lug it down." He said "I'll need your measurements."
3 days later...
I walked out of the small room behind the forge and into the large open room, now wearing the armor of my villages enemy.
Stigandr looked towards me with a look of curiosity and accomplishment.
"It fits you well, And its better protected then your usual armor." He said after a few seconds of silence.
"Thank you Stigandr, you're still the blacksmith I remember."
