Kothar stood amongst a stand of trees that covered the upper part of the hills that encircled the small town below. He had split up from the Nighthawks a few days ago, fifty men was far too many to continue being clandestine. Some had stolen horses and made for the vassal states far to the east.
A string of murder, assassinations and theft that spread slowly from west to east would be far too obvious. It had only taken Kothar half a day in foot to get to the town of Luon, and then he had camped out in this stand of trees.
Thankfully the citizens of the town didn't seem too interested in hunting, their food and grain arriving in large river barges, via the river that the town stood on either side of.
