Several months out of Worsan, I still pondered the Nerogue soothsayer's words - something was going to happen in Mythron, something dreadful. She had asked for our help to prevent it, but that was not our concern. Now that even the Tourney could not hold us in imperial territory, we were headed home with the weapons we had purchased in Worsan.
"I can't wait until we reach County Spathens," I muttered.
"We aren't headed to Spathens, Leslie," Sir MacFiercest stated. This caught me by surprise.
"The cabin boy told me that he met a one-eyed storyteller calling himself Gilbert in Falmore last spring."
"It can't be - your uncle?"
"Ragged man in a dirty pith hat? Are there two such people in all the lands?"
"But if that's true and if the lord is still alive, that means that you are not the master of Spathens."
"I know. That's why we must stop in Falmor - we have to find out whether my uncle is alive or not. There's a place I've heard of that he always wanted to explore. If we reach it, then we can come closer to solving the mystery of the missing lord."
That was how we left the clan of MacFiercest for a little longer, and how we headed back to the land where the prophecy was set.
Quoting Thomas of Tortuga
I'm getting a little confused with your story now. Who is your main character here, and who is the narrator?
My side-plot is told through the point of view of Sir MacFiercest's squire, Leslie (tan hair), but it's about Sir MacFiercest. I wondered if that would throw people off, but I guess no one except you has tried to read the story.