Winterbourne seemed to sit under an oppressive miasma since the clash with the cultists. The old men in the inn muttered about 'The Lady' taking revenge for her followers. Milk turned quickly and wounds seemed to fester longer than they should. Geoffrey sat at a bench in the Inn, attempting, with little success, to study the few books and scrolls he had found in the town. Even his patience was tested when two figures came up and stood before him. His frustration however, was overcome by his curiosity when he looked up to realise that it was Thomas, accompanied by another man with the clothes and staff of a pilgrim. Thomas leaned forwards. "This fellow has a most interesting story to tell. It seems he narrowly escaped becoming the victim of brigands on the forest road". "It seems your devotion was well rewarded then" said Geoffrey. "Most certainly" agreed the pilgrim "I had been walking for half the day, when nature's call came, as i...
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