Kristophor

The evening was chilly, but she could tell there was a touch of spring in the air, barely, as the glow of dawn on the horizon, but enough to take the bite off the cold. She’d left her shawl at home, with just her cloak around her. After she’d delivered the tunic and vest to the vendor on in the Stone Quarter, the skirt to the lady on the High Stair, she stopped by the inn for a drink.

Home again! And with it, all the mixed feelings one would expect. A bit of melancholy that our trip is over, and the lazy, idyllic days of self indulgence are in the past. It is time for me to head back to the barrack stables, and back to Neyaa's farm, while my beloved heads out each day with pickaxe in hand. 

Taliom found himself walking towards the West Gate, when he spot Shimmer, Amanda's mare, next to the stairs of the market. He walked upstairs, and didn't took him too long to figure out she probably was at the Scholar's Hall, because he saw her there just a few days ago. When he entered, Kris was walking to the door, leaving, silent as a ghost. He didn't say a word to Taliom, he simply left. Taliom walked more into the hall, just to find Amanda and her dog Bailey. 
 

 Taliom: "What happened?"

Amanda sat in Adso's Camp, quietly playing with a stick.

"Pretty far from Bree..." Kristophor remarked

Amanda rode along the cobble stone road, she saw a flame in the distance and urged the horse closer, dismounting the horse as she got to it, she sat near the fire without a word..

"You there! What are you doing here?" a voice came sounding from the dark

Aeruthuil sat down in front of the fire, the ground soggy. As he glances over towards one of the men tending to another he sighs before muttering to himself, ''At least Brandant returned, fairly in one piece. Physically at least..'' Something which was surprising to him, after all not many had returned from the Moors.