Arthurias left Vesper a battered man, physically and mentaly tired he slogged on through the cold night... after removing all evidence of his uniform and throwing his bandana to the wind he headed for the only place he knew where he could rest, live a little, take a wench and perhaps scrape some kind of existance. South he trecked, days and nights past. Eventually after managing to evade brigands he stepped onto the Trinsic road. From the shaddows a familiar face beckoned him... His cousin Zennith. Together they made for the hamlet of Warmley...

It had been a tough day for Ned. He knew the risks they took, they all knew them. Now he stood on the borders of Vesper, sword in hand, and quest in heart.

Of the three that met Kiran that night, he was the only one still loyal to Vesper. His brother in arms Arthurias had left earlier that day due to the beating he recieved when the news was heard. Cerath hadn't been see since.

Ned had been told what to do, bring Cerath back to Vesper for question for crimes of treason. He didn't like it, but he'd been stupid, and this was his quest that would redeem himself...the virtues have spoken.

He took one step out into the forest, and didn't look back.

"Where are you Cerath?"