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The Misfits of DametreosChapter 12: Graygon
Graygon pondered what his life had been so far. Long has he wanted to know what his father was really like, and why because of his position in life that he was not good enough for some people. After his watch was over he longed to speak to his mother about this. She held much back he could tell, but for some reason he know she was willing to speak about it now.
As Graygon approached his mother she knew what he was thinking. As Graygon sat down she began to tell the tale. Adding the bits a pieces that she had left out before, the bits that were too much for him to deal with before. She explained how she was the daughter of the prince of the Black Falcons, who is now the king. As a young man he was ruthless, and never allowing anyone to do him wrong. Though people did cross him like your father and he dealt them a severe punishment. That is why I ran with you. I knew that he was going to do something to you, and the best way to protect you was hiding. We have found a good home here with the Wolfpack. They are not the most well liked, but they honor each other to the end.
The tale made Graygon's eyes well up. Long had he wanted to seek vengeance for the crimes dealt to his mother and father. Now it is a king he must find a way to face. Seeking deep in his soul Graygon wondered if he had enough strength and character to do this task. All he knew was he had to speak with Lord Willem. He would have answers for him no matter how good or bad they would sound.
Days had passed without any word from Willem. Things have been quiet, and the men grew hungry for some excitement. Just as Graygon stepped out from one of the watch towers a young scout came running up.
“Graygon sir,” said the young scout, “Lord Willem has returned to Wolfpack territory. He is not heading south into Forestmen country with four other companions.”
Strange Graygon thought, Willem did not pack too much before he left. And to not check in before heading out which is not like him either.
“Scout, fetch me a pack. I am going to see what is the hurry, and I am sure they could use some supplies.” said Graygon.
With that he packed his sack and the second sack with as much as he could carry. Packed with food, flints, water, rope, his trusty weapons, and the quest for answers Graygon was off. Graygon just hoped that he would reach them before they crossed into Forestmen country. He did not want to get caught alone and over burdened. Before leaving he made sure the men we well fortified and prepared for anything. Now to speed my way to the border, in hopes of catching them in time.
Tracking Lord Willem and his new found friends for the last know spot was easy. They really were not trying to hide where they were going. A day had past since Graygon had found the tracks from the cart that they must have borrowed. The tracks were leading him in to straight through Forestmen country and right in to Crusader country. His hope was that he would find Willem before anyone found out who he was.
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