Chapter 9
He walked through the crowd to the front, he'd have to see his target so he could follow him after he left the stage.
His information was very accurate. How'd he know so much of them? All kinds of secret information which not even the most recruits knw. How did he know it?
The people around him probably thought that the terror that was clearly shown on his face came from Haven's speech, but Will knew better.
Haven had a spy among them.
His brain worked overtime. Who was the spy? He had to report it to Bear.
He was pulled from his thoughts by the screams of the audience. He looked at the stage and saw that Haven was already gone.
Panic swept over him, where he was going?
He ran to the crowd to see if he was still in sight. He didn't saw Haven, but he did see some people who walked in one direction. He ran through the crowd and after a few seconds he saw Haven. He moved closer to listen to their conversation. A man walked up beside him and they talked quietly about something.
He came a little closer and heard them softly discuss where they would go for a drink. Will depositted it in his mind and ran back to the inn to fetch Moonshine.
He stepped through the woods, looking for a path that would lead to an open area. After more than an hour he had finally found the perfect place. He stepped back to the village. Just before he left the forest he dismounted Moonshine and grabbed a handful of black sand. He smeared some on his face, arms, clothes and in his hair. He picked up his knife and used it to make a shallow cut on his cheek.
Satisfied, he mounted Moonshine again and rode back to the village.
Halt was shocked at the details of this so called murder camp. He had to investigate, this would get out of control real quick and he had to locate this camp and arrest all the people that were involved.
He decided he'd still follow Haven for a while so maybe he could find out more about this camp.
Will waited at a distance, after a few hours he saw Haven leave the tavern. He smiled, now's his chance. He took Moonshine and mounted her. He slumped down and clutched his ribs. He urged Moonshine and trotted toward the tavern. A few meters away from Haven he fell from his saddle. He had watery eyes from the hard blow to the ground and used them to his advantage.
By the time Haven was with him he was crying loudly.
"Boy, what's going on?!" Haven examined him and saw that he grabbed his ribs and had a wound on his cheek.
Coughing and between sobs he answered, "Bandits."
Halt followed Haven from the tavern and saw an injured boy trotting towards them on a large horse. He frowned. The horse was dark brown with bright white mane and tail, four white legs and a white blaze in the shape of a moon.
This was the same horse that was at his house. He narrowed his eyes and decided to wait and see what the boy wanted.
He heard his final word.
"Bandits."
