After climbing up a tree to find at least some rest, her body leaned against the trunk of that tree, her feet securing her in a crouch, the Elfess drifted into a deep and exhausted sleep. Shenandrea had to face her worst nightmares once more while sleeping. Haunted by pictures of her father leaving for war, the man who claimed to marry her mother after the announcement of her fathers death, Who later attempted to hunt Shenandrea down and which led her to leaving the mainland with the only chance she had. Clinging to a rope still hanging down from a boat, everything she had experienced went wild in her dream. Struggling with her nightmare, she moved uneasily in her sleep. Facing the picture of her brother, fighting her almost to the death, Shenandrea cried out in pain as his sword hit her left shoulder. Realizing that real pain jolted through her body the Elfess woke up finding herself laying on her back on the ground. Whimpering she held her left Shoulder, as she moved herself into a seating position. Reality hit her hard, all over these years she desperately kept these memory's at bay, now they came unhindered back to her mind.
Shocked and scared, Shenandrea wrapped her unharmed arm around herself trying to get a grip on what happened. Yet fully awake she led her thoughts away from all that darkness of her past, calling to remember old friends and good company back then in Gobaith. If she'd ever been true to herself, she'd known that even with all this peace, one thing never fades. Good Friendship. Resting her head at the trunk, she pulled her knees up, wrapping her cape around her to keep the cold away. Rubbing her shoulder to ease the throbbing she began to think about her old friends.
How dear they were to her. The Knights of Gobaith, some of the Druids of the forest, all the Halflings from and around Greenbriar. Some of the mages of the Magic-Academy, even some knights of the Grey Rose and the Bearers of Fire. She remembered the warmth of Varshikar, crowded Trolls Bane, Silverbrand, the Farmers Union and Greenbriar. Besides all worries she had back then, these years are dear to her. Gazing up into the bright starlit sky she whispers “Dear gods, please let them be alive and safe.” remembering many of the adventures she had gone through with her friends, she thought of everyone at a time, no matter if already dead or still alive. Ogerawa, Eli, Kaila, Shara, Anfala, Ayla, Dantagon, Jorokar, Artimer, Azuros, Achae, Pellandria, Katharine, Cereler, Saril, Thorwald, Kadiya, Leeven and his Wolf, Arildar, Raiquen, Borgate and many more....
Deeply lost in her thoughts with closed eyes she heard the birds chirping to welcome the new morning. Opening her eyes she felt sore and worn out while she extended her legs and tried to stretch herself out of the stiffness. She winced at the pain in her shoulder, with her good hand she opened her bag and withdrew a small container from it. Opening the container the smell of Sibanac and other herbs filled the air. - Prepared as always – she thought while dipping her fingers into the paste and sliding underneath her tunic to rub the paste upon her shoulder. Soon after wiping her fingers clean on a leaf the numbing of the paste set in. almost relieved from the pain the Elfess rose from her place, brushing off all needles and dried leafs from her cape. Picking leaf-fragments out of her hair every now and then Shenandrea gathered all her stuff together. Shenandrea left the place towards the farm where she had left the stallion the day before. The farmer eyed her suspiciously though kept his thoughts to himself as the Elfess left upon the stallion's back.
Leading the horse deeper into the forest towards a hot spring Shenandrea let trail off her thoughts once more. “If I only knew what lies ahead...” she soliloquies. About half an hour later the Elfess reached her destination. Awkwardly she let herself slip down from the stallions back, she led him to a basin with fresh water surrounded by fresh and green grass, just a couple of steps from the hot spring. Hiding her belongings behind a huge stone, she let herself slide into the warm water taking a bath. The warmth of the spring soothed her sore body, giving relief to the pain. After her hair had almost regained its usual color the Elfess huddled up in her cape to dry. Before she finally slipped back into her clothes she applied once more some of the Sibanac paste onto her shoulder. Reaching the stallion she saw a glimmering light not far. Not sure what to think of this appearance she quickly padded the stallions neck while grasping for his reigns to get on his back. Leaving the glimmering light and the hot spring behind her, she let the stallion find his way back to his home. Reaching home after dark, Learas helped Shenandrea to dismount. Watching her closely with an perfect arched eyebrow as she moved closer to his house. Learas let the stallion graze before rejoining Shenandrea and his wife. The Elfess told them everything that had happened during her absence. Far beyond midnight they decided to get some rest.
He felt strange as he entered the Golden Reign with her letter securely hidden in his pocket. He was already late, so he felt observed by his comrades. Trying to hide his troubled thoughts he moved under deck to his cabin which he shared with 3 other sailors, he stored the money and letter behind a loose board, which has served him well as a safe place. Leaving his room behind, he climbed the ladder back on deck. Practice took control over him, as he helped to haul the huge ropes onto deck. Soon Liam found his place on deck, like he used to possess it before. After reaching the wide open sea at dawn, he stood aft of the ship. He let his eyes trail along the fading coastline as he heard Marék approach him. “Ye are quiet t'day Liam.” the man spoke with his deep voice. “Aye Capt'n. To much Rum last night.” Liam answered blankly, rubbing his forehead. The captain laughed and patted his shoulder. “Stay clear, we've a long journey before us.” Liam flashed his teeth in a wide grin “Aye aye Capt'n.” With these words Liam took over his shift at the rudder.
His mind trailed off, remembering the last day. He knew Shenandrea would come. He watched almost every move she made as soon as she reached the harbor. He wanted to get her out of the way as she got herself almost into trouble, though he knew that rumors spread fast among sailors. Liam lost sight of her as he had to fill out papers for their cargo. With a curse on his lips he joined his comrades afterwards for a drink or two or three in the tavern. Leaving the tavern, he kept himself to the shadows. He heard the foreign sailors prattle about a beggar and instantly knew who it was.
Talking to her was the best thing that has happened to him in years. Though he wondered, how Shenandrea could have come so much out of her former shape. She was by far younger than she is now when he first met her. Though the moment he laid his hands upon her as he pulled her up on board, he knew that she meant trouble. With a grin he touched his jaw – that was quite a blow from her back then when she first sat feet on deck. Now she had become lean and almost fragile. He couldn't tell for sure, but compared to the Elfess he once knew, Shenandrea seemed to have been tamed. A young cadet interrupted his thoughts. “Change the course towards the north-east, order from the Captain.” Liam frowned “Aye, changing course to the north-east.” he turned the rudder so that the Golden Reign changed its course towards the north-east. “Why for the sake of Hellsbriar aren't we sailing to Galmair Harbor? What's his business now?” he cursed annoyed. Knowing that they could only be heading towards the lonely peninsula, close to Runewick by following this direction. Hour after Hour moved on before he got replaced by another man at midday.
Liam left his position and moved downstairs into the galley, getting himself a meal. After finishing his meal he left to get some rest in his cabin. Allowing himself to get some rest before his night-shift on deck he soon drifted off to sleep. The days on board passed by in a well known routine. After reaching the waters of the lonely peninsula, picking up 3 barrels of rum from a smuggler they finally headed to Galmair Harbor. After unloading their cargo he fetched the letter and the small pouch from the safe place and headed directly to the Hemp Necktie Inn. Liams patience got challenged a lot during his stay at the Inn. Borgate first serving others finally got his attention. “Another drink?” the dwarf barked at him. “Aye. An' one for ye.” he had seen Shenandreas reaction upon mentioning the old dwarf, he knew that somehow he had to talk to him alone. The later the night grew, the fewer they were at the Inn. Some sailors snoring loudly at their tables, to drunk to get on board on their own again. Some of the people of the town were just about to leave when Borgate changed a mug of dwarfen beer against coins and handed it over to Liam. “Can I ask ye for a favor Borgate?” Liam lowered his voice. “Do ye remember Shenandrea?” surprised by the sudden outburst of laughter from Borgate “Aye, I remember that longear, sir.” Liam sighed in relief. Taking a gulp from his beer he pondered how he should explain Borgate about the current situation. Deciding that it would be best to lay down the situation as plain as possible, he spoke to the dwarf with a lowered voice, not giving away to much. “I see, now I do have someone in mind who might take care of this.” Borgate replied after listening to Liams story. Liam rose from his stool and withdrew the now crinkled letter, placing the amount coins on the letter to pay his bill he moved it across the counter. Borgate nodded and took both, the money as well as the letter. Leaving the inn with a nod towards the bartender Liam went straight back to the Golden Reign. “Work's done. Hope we find the one searching for ye, Shenandrea” he mouthed into the starlit sky before entering the Boat.