WOT Adv 182

--- The Wheel Turns ---

"Light! It looks like you've had as much fun as me!" Vaid exclaimed looking Fiznak up and down. "Who was it, whitecloaks?"

Fiznak shrugged and wearily walked back to where a large form lay crumpled and motionless in the straw. "I don't know. He didn't seem like one. But see for yourself." He motioned to a headless corpse.

Vaid shoved the body over with his booted foot, nudging it distastefully. The man wore simple clothing, something a commoner or peasant would wear. Plus, he looked poor. Poor but well built, with arms the size of Vaid's thigh.

Vaid shook his head. "I can't tell. I met a light-blinded whitecloak upstairs!" He spat into the straw. "He attacked me for no reason. I wounded him, but then he escaped... I picked up his weapons after he left."

"Whitecloaks eh?" Fiznak muttered, now yanking at his sword that was stuck in a vertical post, eventually working it out. He wiped the wet blade on the cloak of the fallen man. "If they were, I think they were after the horses." He stood up and sheathed the sword. "There were two of them, but I didn't see them coming. They rushed me before I knew what was happening. One of them took off with the horses and was long gone by the time I finished with this one."