Ril himself as with the other villagers went back to the same safe routine, tho some went so far as to go back to the same old Ovaltine but that's a different cup of malt… ah tea, tale, ?s?t?o?r?y?.

  Ril had found the odd stone in his shoe, it caused a flash of remembered terror but it passed. It was after all just a stone and in the day light in his room in the attic. Above the shop of his employer. Just a stone after all. He needed to get ready and once again he was to take a load of grain to the mill. Ril now started to count how many time he went to and from the villages and the mill. Back and forth, forth and back. If he was on the ocean he would surly be sea sick. If he was a knight he thought he could sally forth but he didn't know any girls named Sally nor even a Shirley.

  Weeks went by, days blurring in to the next and then two nights ago galloping riders were heard through the village, riders seen during the day, stopping at the inn. Ril who had succumbed to the old plodding of his life now started to perk up and listen. The riders were the Kings men some said, they were searching for a rare treasure some how lost. Ril asked around and was told that the baker who

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  heard it from the butcher, who heard from the candlestick maker who heard it from , the tales grew taller on down the line.

  A great search was on for the item and who ever has it. If found will be rewarded, arrested, jailed, executed. Ril was of course enamored by the tail but wanted to get to the bottom it he approached his employer trader Hob and asked what he thought.

  Hob was thoroughly fed up with all the low gossip he had been hearing and sarcastically told Ril that it was all true. A great force of knights and inquisitors had been unleashed by the king to find the lost treasure and the culprit or culprits who would be hunted down and taken. Even talking about it was punishable and Hob warned Ril that he may have spoken to much and had better keep silent and keep his head down if he wanted to keep it, his head that is.

  Hobs words chilled Ril to the bone all day long as he went about his duties with only half a thought given to them, his mind filling its self with portents of danger and doom. What to do, what to do he asked him self.

  Well as we have already guessed Ril will be running off quietly screaming in to the night in hopes of not being arrested killed and or body searched by an inquisitor