James Rainport

Brother: I am going to take out some brigands and it is not going to be pretty. 

“James Rainport reporting as requested sir.”

Brother:James of the House of Rainport,  How is your patrol? 

“All is well sir.”

Brother: James, you are the son of a high ranking noble.

Do you know what I am going to do?

“No, SIR! “

Brother: Your tone is irritated. You probably can’t stand me James. 

I understand that.

You probably have a hard time with a freedman telling the Heir to the House of Rainport what to do. 

Take a seat beside the table here. We will listen to a report together. Have a cup of coffee.

“I don’t drink Heron brew. I am of the House of Rainport. Sir, With all due respect sir,  I do not trust you. One day I will be your overseer, Brother.”

You know, James Rainport, I agree. Guess what? I am going to help you be my overseer. You lack experience and you are going to get it soon. Now let’s sit back and hear the scout report.

Scout, what is your report?

Brother, there were enough tracks to find a camp with several bedding areas. Perhaps 5 or six. There was blood and lots of dark hair in what appears to have been a pitfall trap of sorts.

Brother: Jeptha!

They were on horseback, Brother. There were more than 5 horses but I could not distinguish exactly how many. The tracks proceeded east.

Sir, they left in a hurry. Remember a while back when we had to bury an old crippled man with a cane? 

Brother: yes

The scout pauses.

“They left hastily and umm…. We found gold teeth and the old man’s cane with a silver tip.”

I look at the items.

These items belonged to a crippled man we buried days ago that was brought to our camp. In fact, the Bard gave the parting words at the funeral we held. We had buried the man’s belongings with him. Sickening.

Scout: I walked to the place we laid him and sure enough, the grave was dug up and hastily robbed. On my way back to the Campfire, an elderly lady approached me and stated she had been robbed by several men. They went through her house and took her things. She said one looked like he had been kicked in the head.

Brother:Thank you scout. You are dismissed.

Scout: Sir, if I may be so bold, 

Brother: You may

A wry grin spreads across the scout’s face.

“another scout found the encampment of brigands….About 5 miles east of here.”

James, we are going brigand hunting. Get some men ready!

Author: The Storyteller

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