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I sat in my tent with Lhaura operating on my mechanical arm. It hurt like nothing I had ever experienced before but it was necessary if I wanted to make allies. The magical components in the blade compartment had to be removed. If I wanted to return to Norland, I needed to replace them with a mechanism that did not rely on magic. I had designed a new mechanism using various bits and bobs I managed to snag as our fortress was sieged. All I needed to do was remove the old portion and have it filled in. The blade compartment only would open if I swung my arm the right way, but it had to be manually retracted. “Even then they won’t accept me," I muttered just before I yelped in pain. My sister simply continued. “I'm sure they will understand if you come back so they can replace it” she said with certainty in her voice. “Even if I do, they'll probably just assume I’m a dark spawn and kill me in some super painful way.” I sighed “Look sis, the only way we are going to Norland” I turned to her. “And for you to see Rhea again would be to find the mercenaries Clygar hired and force them to confess to everything in Vjardengrad. Even then that would be risky. Besides, your messenger said that the saboteur our grandfather sent dismantled everything I built there. The Taalios clan included. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone else is living in the house I rented. Lhaura tilted her head “You said they were bounty hunters, right?” She asked. “Can’t we just find them and pay them to rectify what they did with an even higher sum?” I looked at her. “They were darkspawn bounty hunteooo- hey that's it! They most likely still have notes on how their plan would go and how to forge my handwriting! If we could snag those notes, we could go back to Norland, and we wouldn’t have any problems!” Suddenly a shriek and the sounds of a brawl were heard from the only other tent in the camp. “Dammit, those darkspawn are here! Is the mechanism installed?” I asked in a panic. “I finished just before we started talking about our plan to expose those bounty hunter’s plans” Lharua replied. We rushed out of our tent and into the other one only to be met with a grizzly scene. Lhaura’s husband, Geralt, sat in a pool of his own blood, dead. It was now just us two. She didn’t say anything. My sister just took a deep breath, dragged the body of her dead husband out of the tent and began to take it down. “What are you doing?" I asked. “I'm wrapping the body in the tent canvas so we can give him a proper funeral.” I sighed “Alright, but we can’t do it so close to Norland. Having a campfire lit is already as dangerous as it is this close to Vjardengrad. Until this is through, we shouldn’t even be camping here.” I turned and looked across the lake at the fortress city I used to call home. It was only seven years since I had last been there, but I felt like I had been away for more than a lifetime. “I miss ya, dad. I should have come to save you the first chance I got. We could really use you. More and more Skanarri darkspawn seem to keep finding their way to us every day.” I knew that the gold block the mercenaries had used to fake my death had been cast around the corpse of my father. I rubbed my hand across my chin and felt the fuzz of the beard I had grown. I had taken on his style of beard as a tribute to him. Sorrow suddenly began to flow through me like fire on dry wood. I just sat down, curled up into a ball and began to cry. I didn’t know what to do. “I looked at the body of Lhaura’s late husband as she burned it wrapped in their tent. I turned to my sister with tears still flowing down my face like the waterfall near us. “I will make sure you see Rhea again, I promise.” I began to walk away from Vjardengrad as the sun began to come up. We spent the next couple of weeks trekking towards the fortress I first met my grandfather Clygar Stonehead at. It was at this point our luck seemingly ran out but in truth had gone up a lot. We were about three days away from the fortress when we were ambushed by three of the seven bounty hunters who had taken everything from me all those years ago. Unbeknownst to them I had been training for the day I would face them again. I quickly knocked two out and Lhaura put the third into a headlock. I turned to him and put my metal arm up to his throat. “Now buddy, you are going to tell us where all the notes are regarding how you abducted me and forged my handwriting,” The bounty hunter quickly started to whimper. “P-Please, have mercy! It was just a job!” I looked at his unconscious comrades then back to him and gave some simple terms. “Give me the notes and I will let you and your friends live. Deal?” He looked at me confused and shocked. “Th-Th-Thats all you want? I got them in my pack over there.” He struggled to move his head but managed to give me the gist what the direction was. I found his pack, dug through it and pulled out a dagger, a bottle of poison, and some food. I dug deeper and found what I was looking for. Detailed notes on my personality, the people of Norland as a whole as well as high priority targets. I packed the notes into my own pack before promptly chucking the poison bottle about ten meters southwest where it instantly shattered upon hitting the ground. I found the other two hunter’s packs next to his and began splitting the food amongst the two packs. Once I finished, I picked up the dagger and punched the third bounty hunter, knocking him out. I handed Lhaura the dagger. She turned to me. “Are they gonna be, ok?” She inquired. I shrugged. “I just knocked them out. Let’s go.” Me and her started the long trek back to Vjardengrad. "I'm coming home friends, I'm coming home."
