Chapter 14
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"What's the report, Gil?" Will asked inquisitively.
"Looks pretty good. No Temujai guards up until you are directly on Castle Caraway, and once you are there, we could slip easily past the few guards," the tall Ranger reported to his shorter, younger friend.
Gilan, just returning from the group's first scouting mission on the state of Castle Caraway, was enjoying his well deserved third cup of coffee. In a Ranger's opinion, one cup is never enough, and neither is two.
"So, you are saying that we could send a group of three to rescue some of the captives, then return unseen?" Horace asked Gilan, sitting around their fire, beside Halt and Will.
"If done correctly, and if they were the right people, then yes," Gilan responded, carefully choosing each word.
"Your plan is logical, Horace, but the problem is which three can we muster to be a rescue force?" Halt pointed out. "We need a group who can be quiet when needed, and combative when needed. Gilan is part of the group of course, but who else?"
"Will?" Horace suggested automatically. His support of his friend would never fail to amaze Halt.
Halt shook his head dejectedly. "Will can't use his right arm. Best to not risk further injury. And obviously not you, Horace. We might as well take a gang of Skandians marching through a field of sticks and dead leaves," Halt stated.
"He's not that loud, Halt," Will said, defending his large friend.
"Will is right," Gilan said, seemingly agreeing. "He isn't that loud. He's louder." The three Rangers began to laugh, and Horace glared at them, then snorted.
"Is making fun of me the funnest thing you can do?" Horace asked.
"First of all, funnest isn't officially considered a word," Will said. "Most fun would be more correct."
"If that was the first off, I don't want to hear the second," Horace said.
Naturally, Horace's smaller friend ignored him. "Second of all, I recommend sending Gil, Clarke, and Kaila as the task force." Halt raised an eyebrow at his apprentice. "No, really! We've already decided on Gilan, and Clarke is a Ranger's apprentice just like I am, so he is trained. And we all know that Kaila can be stealthy, can fight, and has a reason to be a rescuer- her dad is in there."
Gilan and Horace nodded at Will's logical outburst. Halt stared in disbelief at his companions. "Really? You all agree with what he is saying?" They nodded again. "Well, who am I to go against the plan?" Halt asked rhetorically.
(Time Skip)
Gilan grabbed his hand on the top of the windowsill, and looked down to make sure that Clarke and Kaila were climbing up okay. He peeked his head in the window.
Gilan saw a familiar tall, gray haired man sitting in the corner, his hands and feet in bonds. Dad, Gilan thought.
Beside his father, he saw a rather large, rounder man tied similarly beside him, with short ginger hair and a ginger beard. Gilan decided that this man was Baron Fergus of Caraway.
And finally, the last man in the room was a short, bald headed, brown bearded man, whose hardened biceps protruded from his ripped sleeves. His shirt and trousers had stains on them, and by the look of him, he was a smithy. Gilan guessed that that was Kaila's father.
Seeing that no one was in the room besides the captives, Gilan jumped into the room.
And of course, the one moment he entered the room, was the same moment that the door began to open.
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