Donhelm

Master Thorstyn,

I have been seeking you  for a few days time now, but without success. I have convinced myself that your absence is just an  unfortunate coincident and that I have no reason to worry over you. However, my message is of great importance and I believe a hasty decision must be made. Neither have I  been able to find any of our kinsmen, except for one – miss Cleowise, whom I have informed of the situation. But I fear that by doing so I have manage to severe the situation.

Donhelm sat in front of the fireplace in the corridor of the Prancing pony inn. The late evening sun shone through the heavy glass, painting pools of pink light on to the wooden floor. In the next room a group of people were celebrating someones birthday, snatches of conversation drifted to him in between the songs of a minstrel. He heard one man saying to another that they should invite the stranger at the fire to join them since he looked so melancholy, His companions reply was heard by all in the room. “Never invite the whoremaster!

The sun was slowly rising on the Eastfold plains. On the Graymare Estate the stable hands were already busy grooming the horses and changing the hay, for it was a very special day for the family. A number of very important guests were due to arrive today and everything had to be in perfect order. Arduin Graymare, named after the brother of the infamous Donhelm Graymare, was also busy grooming his favourite horse, Silvermane, said to be a descendant of Donhelm’s horse.