Pt. 1 - Stolen Supplies
The early spring sun slowly melts the snow covering Frostdagger, the settlement lying in southwestern Dun’Mogh. Sounds of blades hitting thick layers of hay is heard echoing across the small icy valley.
Three novice warriors are practicing their sword skills on finely-stuffed training dummies. Garias observes them as he passes by. Arms behind back and chin up, he greets the novices before walking off.
He’s on his way to the west side of Frostdagger. He and the head guardsman are to meet at the storage area.
Recently, some supplies have dissapeared. This is a paculiar matter, seeing how the area is always actively guarded.
Garias arrives at the scene.
’‘Any clues yet?’’ He asks the head guardsman.
The guardsman lets out a worried sigh;
’‘None yet, sire. Though we are starting to suspect badgers.’’
’‘Badgers, huh? Haha! I don’t doubt your men, but surely a wild animal is too dumb to sneak past five, fully alerted guardsmen?’’
'‘I know it sounds silly, but there’s always the possibility. I mean, badgers are quite a common sight in Dun’Mogh. We’ll keep on investigating though.’'
The head guardsman explains as he smiles reassuringly.
'‘Whatever… or whoever it is, perhaps we could set up a trap tonight? In case the perpetrators return?’'
Garias asks, confident in his new idea.
'‘Sound idea, sire. We’ll do that.’'
The head guardsman says as he nods.
'‘Excellent. I’ll be on my way.’'
Garias heads back to Snowhold keep.
Night falls over Dun’Mogh. The snow shines in the moon’s glow…
To be continued in part 2…