Found:
Weapons: Two kukri, two small daggers. All sharp and in good condition. Check.
Map: Check.
Provisions: To be picked up in the morning.
Pickaxe: Not sure I'll need one. Doesn't hurt to have it anyway.
Red attire: Not strictly necessary; may come in handy. Check.
Horse: Ready and eager. Check.
Am I forgetting something? I may be forgetting something.
I had considered leaving word for those I care about but I was never very good at goodbyes. Besides, who would I tell? Neyaa doesn't need the added worry; she's got enough on her mind as it is. Rahvic isn't here. I'll probably meet him along the road anyway. There's no one else.
So. Twelve silver masks hidden across two far-flung locations. If they remain where they were placed, then this should be an easy retrieval. Or, at least, that is the hope. One missing man who I am unlikely to find, but perhaps word of his passing can be gained. Again, little more than a hope. Two people whose lives may depend upon my success. So, no pressure then.
I don't know Haritha very well. I don't know her erstwhile brother-in-law at all. At my age and in my condition, this ride could very well be the end of me and all for the sake of two people I barely have anything to do with. But even if the latter strikes me as yet another small-minded, xenophobic twit, the former I like well enough.
I'll spend the evening at the Wolf.
Come first light, I'll be gone.
