#4


The Story, continues:



The ears of the horses perked up with a slight turn of their heads in the direction of the nearly imperceptible snap of a twig. The heads of these four case hardened combat troops turned with angst as all eyes tried to focus in the same direction as their hands moved slowly towards their swords in preparation of what might come out of the dark...

An individual dressed all in black came slowly, carefully forward. One hand holding the reins of his horse and the other clearly in the air showing no weapon or aggressive action toward the four.

In a very low yet discernible voice he stated rather timidly that he was paid to deliver this parchment to this location. He carefull reached under his cape and brought out a parchment which he then hesitantly handed to the closest scar faced battle hardened man, turned and slowly walked back into the blackness the way in which he came...

The battle hardened warrior took the parchment and looked at the other three, two legged animals standing with him, with cold emotionless eyes as his fingers fumbled in the early morning cold to unroll the parchment...