Will almost cried in pleasure as he saw an inn besides the road. It's not a very grand inn, but he would gladly sleep anywhere at this point, even if he have to camp. The inn has two storeys. Above the door, there was a large wooden sign that said: "Dury's bar & inn." The inn itself was not very large. There was a counter and a barman behind it and there were about 12 tables in the main room. When they came in, they heard a scream. On the corner of the room, a man was forcefully grabbing a girl's breast. The girl couldn't be older than 20, the man looked about forty. "Can you please get your dirty hand off her?" Halt's voice was clear and loud. The barman stared at Halt for a few second and went back to cleaning glasses. "Who are you?" The abusive man demanded. He didn't let go of the girl's chest. " my name is... Arratay." Replied Halt. " well, Arratay. I can do whatever I want and you don't have any rights to stop me. Now get lost if you know what's good for you!" The man suddenly squeezed her chest hard. Few second later, the man was lying on the ground unconscious. Horace has knocked him down with the hilt of his sword. " are you alright?" Horace's voice was gentle and comforting. " yes, sir. Thank you for rescuing me." The girl was Blond, she was barely as tall as Horace's shoulder. " what's your name?" Asked Jenny. " My name is Cindy. Thank you again sir, but I must get going." With that she ran away from the inn.
"So, why don't you help the damsel in distress earlier?" Halt was staring deeply to the Barman's eye. "None of my business. You're a ranger aren't you. Well, this inn is outside the boundary of Araluen. You have no authority here! You shouldn't mind anything that's not your business. Especially if you are going to Toscana." The barman replied without fear in his eyes. Before anyone can stop her, Jenny asked "how do you know we are going to Toscana?" " you obviously came from Araluen and this road is only going to Toscana. Why the hell would you be here if you aren't going to Toscana. Stupid girl." He replied. " Bill, treat our costumer nicely!" An old man suddenly arrived from a door Behind the bar. He looks about 50. He's tall and fat. "Sorry boss." The barman replied. " sorry for the inconvenience. I'm the owner of this inn. Don't mind Bill, he's always grumpy! Now, do you want to stay? How about one large room for you and one small room for the lady?" "We'll take it!" Horace, Halt, and Will answered at the same time. Jenny remained silent. "Here's your key." The innkeeper said. Halt took them and The group went to their room and slept soundly.
The next morning, they ate together. The innkeeper's wife made them pork stew. "Halt, can I ask you a question?" Horace broke the silence. " you just did." Replied Halt. Horace signed." i know. But please?" "Okay." " the obliviator is mostly Toscana right? So why do they hate rangers? They don't even have ranger in Toscana, why did rangers bother them so much?" " Horace, that was three questions. Anyway the answer is yes, I don't know, I don't know. Now, if all of you already finished eating, we should get going."
The group paid and leave. They continued their journey to Toscana. When they got closer to Toscana boundary, they saw a man tied to a tree beside the sandy track they were following. He was a young Toscan man about 25. Will quickly untied him. The man mumbled something and when he saw Will's confused expression the man switched to the common tongue with a thick Toscan accent " thank you for your kindness sir." " your welcome, I'm Will. What happened to you?" " you see sir, my name is Martinus, I'm a farmer that lives nearby. I was hunting for a game when a group of black hooded man who called themselves the obliviator ambushed me, took my purse and tied me to a tree. I really though I would rot there if you hadn't come to my rescue." " so, Martinus. What do you know about this obliviator group?' " they are thieves! They are criminal and outlaw! They killed people for the fun of it. And they stole from Araluen, Gallica and Arridi too. But bullying Toscan civilian is their daily routines. Rumour said that their leader is a Genovesan who disguised himself as a Toscan." " I see. Thank you for your information." " no problem!" With that he retreated back along the road to Toscana. " Halt, do you think we should camp here? It's getting dark." " yes we should. And I want to discuss something." They established the camp, set up a fire and built their tent. Then they sat together around the fire.