>>6328666MEANWHILE ON THE ROAD BETWEEN BRIBEROPOLIS AND TRADNOD :
You enjoyed the roads during the early spring, the first flowers bloomed and you had to smile at the sight of many Indian strange birds flying in the region. Your brave Bohémond was in a good mood and you saw Ancel running after you, eager to serve. Elana sometimes had ran with him, telling that it was a good way of bettering her "cardio" or something like that. You wondered what it meant and if it was so important, and insisted for her to be on a horse, even if she was a servant girl, a woman should sit instead of running, it was French gallantry after all. So she obeyed. As for the witch Pennycilyn, she was very strange... Motherly, grandmotherly even. She severely looked for everyone to have eaten in the morning and to have warm clothes even if the period was rather warm. She insisted for your servants to prepare food with care and add some herbes, and for giving generous portions (lest you will starve). Of course having a witch around food made you uneasy but you saw that she ate everything, and did not drink some counterpoison after it. And the cooking was good. It was still strange to see a being who looked like a woman in her mid twenties behave like a grandmother. Of course a woman in her mid twenties was already quite old, but it was more "old like a mother" than a grandmother.
Still, you found her strangely kind, even if you knew that some witches masqueraded as kind old women before boiling children alive and eating them. You should always be prudent. The road was quite pleasant, without madmen trying to kill you and clearly secured, you crossed prosperous inns in a region that seemed to be better than the one of Local, who seemed to be already very rich with peasant houses with big windows in your French eyes. Heh, and France was very rich for the Christendom. No this land was blessed and perhaps not so ban even if full of uppity commoners and pagans after all. You crossed villages and rivers, and even a bourg called "Flyover". It was a bucolic vision and a sympathetic travel, you were justly eating at one of the last boroughs before Tradnon when something disturbed this quiet. Yes indeed, all of this was cut short when one of your guards bursted into the main room of the Inn where you were eating lunch and began to tell you.
-My lord, my lord, there is a heretic preaching heresies on the village square !
-A heretic ? But you are pagan too, what do you know about heresies Dummy ?
Dummy was the name of the guard, they had strange names here, but yet, he told.
-No, no, like really heretic, you must see, the people are listening to him.
