>>5224344>>5224371>>5224518You choose to help the young man, as he helped you, it was a good action of charity, and you said.
-Yes of course you helped us with the food and a warm meal. We will take everything to your grandmother.
The man bowed and answered.
-Thank you my lord. I think that since it rains you will probably only manage to get there at night. She will probably let you sleep in her house.
You thanked him, even if you had the right to enter any house to rest you always thanked those who offered yours. You ate well, lentils and carrots and even some rabbit meat, you wondered how the peasant had so much food and deduced that peasants here were very rich and not sufficiently taxed. After eating, and listening to some story of Cop about how he met a guardsman of the baron who was once an adventurer but took an arrow in the knee you decided to continue your travels. The rain had stopped for a moment and even if it was hard to walk in the muddy fields your horse carried you with a sad kind of determination. You did not spoke a lot, your morale mined by the rain that was back one hour after you resumed your journey. And you saw Oldfossil beginning to cough because of the cold... It would be sad that he dies. You ordered a servant to give him your second cloak and continued. The travel would be far harder than on a road.
You finally saw, one hour before dusk, some light far away, it was probably the house of the grandmother of your peasant. You ordered your men.
-Let's go there, we will stop for the night.
Everyone seemed to approve, they were wet and cold and needed a roof and a good fire and a warm meal. You advanced a bit more quickly, even if you were tired, and finally managed to enter inside. It was a house just under the hills of Nesse, a half-timbered house with a thatched roof. You knocked on the door and an old woman opened you. She asked.
-Who is here ?
-I am Charles de Villeroi, Lord of Local, I come to rest, I met your grandson on the road, he sprained his ankle, we will bring you his provisions.
The old woman said.
-Oooh ! I knew that a handsome knight will come, please, enter, enter, go near the fire, I will prepare a warm meal for all your company, thank you for giving me provisions from my grandson. Thank you.
Ancel, who was behind you, whispered in your ear.
-Messire ! It is a witch ! She sees the future ! We must burn her ! She will transform us into frogs ! And...
Another voice corrected him a voice that you knew a long time ago.
-A witch ! No ! She is a sympathetic woman who offered shelter and meal to a lost priest.
