Chapter 3/12 The path of the rookie

Felix’s listening in awe “Why don’t I remember learning about them?”

“Because they are not monsters, nor beasts, so they are not our problem.” Wymond replies

Felix rolls his eyes again, and thinks for a moment “Then where have I heard about them?” he wonders.

“Well… in myths and bedtime stories, or bragging drunkards…” Wymond responds to him and then continues with the letter.

Felix lies on his bed playing with his knife, while Wymond finishes the letter. Then he stands up, puts the letter in an envelope and seals it with crimson vax and a very finely crafted wooden seal. “I’ll find the messenger’s hut. You wait for me here and then we will question the village leader.” Wymond sighs “I knew his father well; he died a year ago… he was a good leader. I’m not sure about her, but time will tell… and you take it easy on her.” he says.

“Oh I didn’t know… well… I thought she’s a bit young for a village leader, but that makes sense now.” Felix says still on the bed playing with his knife. Moments later Wymond leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. “Hmmm what should I do in my free time? He said I need to take it easy on her, but in what way?” he wonders while still gently pushing his knife’s pointy end into his fingers “Maybe not to hurt her? Why would I hurt her pfff… I can certainly talk to her… see if she needs some help… with anything… a little drink wouldn’t hurt either as I’ve heard… Okay let’s go” he finishes his train of thought with a wide smile on his face. Felix stands up, dusts his clothes and walks out of the room. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs he shouts: “Anna?”