Tirion Fordring was so excited by the things I brought back that he could barely contain himself.
But he had been through war, after all, and soon calmed down.
He handed me a badge.
"I need to make some preparations. You can take this to Chillwind Camp and find the witch Mirlanda. She's a friend of mine, and she'll help you get into Hearthglen. I'll wait for you in the forest outside Hearthglen. Take this letter and these things with you, my friend. You're the only one who can quietly slip past the Scarlet Crusade's defensive line around Hearthglen. All you have to do is give these things to my son. I believe-I believe Taelan will make the right choice."
I nodded.
I might as well see the good deed through to the end. Besides, it was only a delivery job and involved no danger at all, so I simply agreed.
I also really wanted to see what kind of person the child Tirion Fordring worried about had grown into, and whether he was as upright as his father.
So when I headed for Hearthglen with the potion Witch Mirlanda had given me, I felt as if I were about to uncover the answer to a mystery.
One more thing: Mirlanda was a gnome. I was curious how Tirion Fordring had become friends with an old gnome woman, and a witch at that. Damn, a witch living in a graveyard. Apparently, she had once been a member of the Order of the Silver Hand, too. I was curious how many outsiders there were in that remarkable organization.
Just like last time, I quietly slipped past the Scarlet Crusade's defensive line. Tirion Fordring had been right: Hearthglen was now one of the Scarlet Crusade's main bases in this Plagueland, and its