Windmill

On a hill top overlooking Port Gertrude is a mill with its blades turning in the afternoon breeze. The miller has left his post at the request of a small sum of money. He is to be gone for precisely one day as others wish to use the spot. The dirt floor is covered in hay that rustles with each step one takes. The wood walls are tightly nailed together with a board on board overlap to keep out the wind. The construction was not good enough to keep out the occasional mouse that scurries by in hopes of pilfering the hard work done here.

Zahar listens to the stone on stone grind of the wheat with each slow pass the stones make. The light from the high windows lets him observe the intricate working of gears that make the process possible. This only distracts him for a moment from the lady he has caught and bound on the floor. Her orderly clothes now a mess with her cloak covered in some sort of mixture of oil, hay and flour. Her brown cape now ripped in several places as a result from their struggle.

Zahar tapped gently on the walls of the place before speaking, “Young woman, we have received a few complaints about you in town. Those that watch have seen what you do. If it were up to me I would be fine with a little chaos in the city.” he paused looking at her reaction. She did not even flinch at a word. “Yet my employer says you have interfered with a transaction of his. Oh he was amused that you were messing with Ertle, an equally dangerous game if caught. But no missteps on that one by you.”

“Your mistake was to mess around at the Well of Karitas. Somehow even the dimmest of thieves can keep that straight and you cannot.” Zahar whispered as he came closer to her. He took out a dagger and slit her throat. “Say hello to the captain when you see him.”

Cerridwen, watched this all occur from up high in the mill. She debated stepping in and then realized it suited her more to have a body found mysteriously killed in Port Gertrude. The sailors would be blamed for it all, and that was good. Her mission was chaos and this would add to it. She only need wander to Yonnic’s Cove and place the right word in their ears.

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