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Ceolfric had plenty of concerns about Mister Liadon's honesty, but in this matter, he doubted it would pose an issue. Why waste all that time in the woods with someone only to lie afterward? If Cerric really wanted them gone, he could just say so - he was the one evaluating them, after all. The mention of a will similarly did little to hold the bandit's interest. If he had any heirs, he wouldn't know where to even find them, and anyone else who thought they had claim to his belongings would have to pry them off his corpse like everyone else. Likewise, there was no need to spread word of his death; if he'd died so unremarkably that no one besides the House took notice, that was his own fault. If his father's Heralds spent the rest of this generation looking over their shoulder fearfully for Ceolfric's return, so be it, it would at least punish them meagerly for any posthumous defiance.

Kyreth returned to the lobby shortly after, alive and apparently unharmed from his time upstairs. Ceolfric doubted Mystraleth simply required an errand boy to bring Aleka's book back to him, but the conversation had to have ended amicably if Kyreth was being entrusted with tasks. The bandit was tempted to ask about the Lord himself, but the lanky Tainted ran straight to his kinswoman to gossip about his experience in hushed whispers. There was nothing stopping him from barging right into their midst and demanding answers - it'd serve Lilann right for her earlier antics - but preparing for the trip took first priority. He'd need food for the road; despite there being plentiful game in the forest, he doubted the caravan would settle in one place long enough to hunt for it. At best they'd get to eat whatever mystery creature had been harassing travellers in the area, and Ceolfric certainly wasn't going to go hungry until whatever it was made an appearance. If he had a week or so of free time, he'd find a deer or a boar to preserve, but with only a day to prepare, it seemed he'd have to subsist on whatever rations the local vendors stocked.

[color=AA4A44]"If any of you want to pool some coin into a cask of ale for the road, I'm headed for the markets,"[/color] Ceolfric offered as he made for the door. He didn't expect his idea to garner much support from this crowd, but there was always the chance that the group might be more fun than they let on. Unfortunately, he'd have to content himself on simple pleasures for the time being, or at least until he had a place to store valuables while he was gallivanting across the countryside in pursuit of fame and glory. Surely some farmer around here could be coerced (under threat of imminent bodily harm or otherwise) into letting Ceolfric use a corner of their shed for loot. 

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