Garalt had heard of the city of Brahnsturt, the largest fortified city in the Kingdom of Andrastavia.
The white castle gleamed in the sunlight as the party drew nearer.
If there was any place in the Kingdom to find someone, this was it.
After secretly arriving in the Kingdom on the back of the red dragon Formeathan,
Garalt and Drakon headed off to the city, while the others headed off to find supplies.

Garalt and Drakon entered the city through the main Gatehouse.
The city square was bustling with people going about their business.
"Excuse me, where would I find a refreshing ale?" asked Garalt.
"Why! The Beinstrout is the best inn in the city!" boasted the man.
"And where is this inn, my good man," asked Garalt. The man pointed down the street towards the east wall.

The building wasn't particularly spectacular to look at on the outside.
The men entered the establishment.
It was only a small inn, but from the happy faces in there they could see the ale was definitely good.
Garalt looked around the room, then to the barman.
"I've been told this is the place if I want to get a fine ale!"
"That it is! That it is!" answered the barman.

Garalt and Drakon stood at the bar and downed their ale.
"Ahh, now this is the stuff," said Drakon.
"Not like that ale we had at the other inn," said Garalt winking at Drakon.
"Play along with me," whispered Garalt to Drakon.
"Hmm, yes, it tasted like Dragon Pi..." answered Drakon as he was interrupted by another man.
The room of men looked at Drakon and Garalt.
"You can't talk about the old ways here!" the barman whispered nervously to Garalt.

Just then an old man walked in the room.
"If you want to know about dragons and the faerie folk, talk to him," said a man pointing at the old man laughing.
"Ignore them my friends. They have all forgotten," the old man said.
Garalt looked at Drakon. "Looks like now we're getting somewhere!"
"Come with me," beckoned the old man.

Finishing up their drinks, the three men walked out of the inn, and down the street.
They followed the man into a dark alley beside the city wall.
"You know of the old ways do you?" questioned the man.
"We come from the Kingdom of Ikros, where we still follow the old ways," answered Garalt.
"Ah.. Ikros, I've heard of this place. So what brings you to Andrastavia?" the man asked.
"I've heard of someone who might be able to help me with a problem I have," said Garalt.
"And what is your problem?" asked the man.
"I possess a shield, that is dear to me, unfortunately, it is cracked," said Garalt.
"And we need it for a very important encounter," added Drakon.
"I know of a man who can fix this problem you have," said the old man.

The man lent closer to Garalt and whispered to him.
"He will be able to imbue the shield with a magic you couldn't even begin to imagine!" whispered the man.
With that, the man lent back and looked around.
"Wait here, a man with a cart will be here soon, ask him to take you to the Northern Forest."
The old man then darted off into the street.
Garalt and Drakon lost sight of him as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Excellent, Tempi Frei will not stand a chance once we have the shield fixed," Garalt said with a smile.
"But how did the old man know?" questioned Drakon.
"I don't know... but I intend to find out," answered Garalt.

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