The Hawk
The tailor found her in the Guild Hall, pouring over the books. “I have a message for you. You are to meet him tonight. Choose a high ground, something with a view, and with meaning. Bring the items.” He kept his voice quiet, despite the fact that they were alone.
Bjorke frowned, thinking. Where could they meet? Then she looked up as she thought of the spot. “Wait a moment.” She crossed the room to the shelf of books, scanning for the right one. Pulling it out, she crossed back to her desk, and opened the large atlas. She pointed to the map, showing an area just outside Ironforge, where the guard post overlooked Dun Morogh, and Edrick’s hut. “Here. It’s out of the way of foot traffic, and the guards don’t patrol regularly. I’ll make sure they are kept busy tonight.”
Thukad studied the map, so he could tell Akaga the correct spot, then nodded. Without another word, he turned and left. Bjorke quickly wrote a letter to Edrick, telling him of the meeting, and asking him to come with her. She mailed it, then sat down to her books again. However, she was unable to concentrate, and ended up pacing the floor instead.
Edrick arrived at the appointed time, frowning as he saw her still pacing and agitated. He crossed the room in two long strides, and wrapped his arms around her. “It will be over soon, beloved,” he whispered in her hair, in Althorin. “Are you sure you want me with you?” Read the rest of this entry »
