The news quickly spread among the survivors of Tyrstoftir, as word reached them that the ancient ruined town of Ironhall had been rebuilt, and new occupants were flooding into the town to take advantage of its strategic position as a trade port and gateway. The excitement was palpable; good news had been long in coming for the besieged former residents of Tyrstoftir, which now lay in ruins, seemingly swallowed up in a volcanic feeding frenzy.
Life in the refugee camp had been harsh, with very little food and few furs to keep them warm. Fortunately the camp was situated in a dense woodland, so plenty of firewood was available. Even the best of hearths is of little use if the bellies of the people around it were empty. Sure they had the collective skills to achieve much, but winters like this need to be prepared for, and most of their stores were destroyed along with Tyrstoftir itself.
As soon as word reached Ardo, his mind was made up; he decided to find out for himself if the rumours were true. Ardo had Carys organise the packing of his now few belongings into a small serpent. Cuinn had already left, and Ardo was sure others would follow in good time, but some were nursing injuries and others were waiting for news of lost loved ones. Ardo was lucky to have escaped without injury, and as a hunter he had learned to travel light, and fast.
He would see Ironhall for himself and carry news back to the camp.
No comments:
Post a Comment