After the Inn
Rochil hurried home. They foursome had decide to meet near the Golden Hall, early next morning. He tied Rowan up and gave him some food. Tomorrow Rowan needed to be ready. It was peaceful outside. The midnight stars twinkled and the air was cool. It was in this moment that Rochil knew that this night would be his last night in Edoras.
He slowly walked inside and pulled out a small bag. He dropped a couple changes in clothes and a small sack filled with coins. He stored his helmet and throwing knives in the bag, with some food and water. He hoped Aldwulf would let Rochil place his sword in the wagon.
The moon shone though the window, as Rochil lay in bed. Slowly he fell asleep.
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The Next Day
Rochil woke earlier than he usually did. It was still dark and the moon still shone. Slowly and quietly Rochil grabbed his bag and headed for the door. He grabbed a loaf of bread on the way. He knew that no one else was in the house but he was still wary. Silently he slipped outside into the cool morning air. All he carried was his bag and spear. He mounted Rowan and pointed him in the direction that he would be meeting Aldwulf.
The roads were silent as Rochil passed by. All you could her was the faint sound of hooves as Rowan rode by. Rochil breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the meeting place. Soon Aldwulf would appear with the wagon.
Not far away Rochil heard wheels. Aldwulf! He quickly rode towards the sound, but then it stooped. In the morning haze Rochil could see the dim outline of a wagon, sitting behind a great oak tree.
As Rochil reached Aldwulf, he handed him 2 coils of rope, while he kept the other two.
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