“Fare thee well lady blood chiller.” Adrick gave Ragula an over exaggerated elegant leg and bow, even adding in a small twist of the arm. Switching the light smile on his face back to an impassive frown as she walked away, Adrick grabbed the reigns of his horse, marching into the forest of tents and men. His unplanned path led him back and forth in no true order, crisscrossing the crowded area multiple time. Occasionally he called out Culvien’s name and asked passerby’s if they knew the knight. The general consensus was “no,” with the occasional, “aye, I dunno where he’s staying though.” Thrown in edgewise.

	Adrick slowly grew more frustrated as time passed, his jaw clenched in suppressed anger. The man he was supposed to find acted like a crouching rabbit, hidden from even the most trained eye. Adrick’s anger nearly hit boiling point, and in a last ditch effort before giving up he grabbed the shoulder of a passing page, spinning the boy to face him.

	“Lad, have ye seen or heard of a knight who calls himself Sir Culvien?” Adrick demanded, squeezing tighter when the page tried to squirm away. “I have no patience for games, I have been looking for the past hour, maybe more. Speak lad.”

	“Aye, aye sir I know him.” The page gasped, trying to loosen Adrick’s fingers from his shoulder. “I am his servant, maybe if you would not break my arm I could show you to him.”

	Adrick breathed a sigh of relief releasing the boy who rubbed his sore shoulder ruefully. The mercenary tasseled the young boy’s hair, chuckling in sudden good humor. “Lead on,” he urged waving a hand for the page to show the way.

	The two set out, this time on a far more direct path leading all the way to the back of the palisade and a more secluded area. Guards patrolled regularly and a few approached their small company, but upon seeing the page they backed off, returning to their duties. Adrick was of the mind that Sir Culvien had no desire to be found by the casual observer, and Adrick’s earlier questioning at random might have been detrimental to the knight’s wishes of keeping a low profile. The mercenary gave a mental shrug, it wasn’t his problem.