Underhanded.
Recently I have been moved out to Lady Eryn Holt’s Barrowfield estate. The request came to have me transferred several weeks ago. Much before All Hallows Eve had begun. I take pride in having been requested to guard her lands as well as her Ladyship. Many a nights and days have been spent patrolling the area of the lands. Dealing with vagabonds, poachers, the occasional transient. Nothing of major note seems to be happening, but I find it helps settle my restless personality. That is until recently. Lady Eryn has been called off to a meeting of the Northern Lords. Her mood has been sour ever since she received the summons to go. When she returned she informed me of how the meeting went. To keep it simple, Treachery. After hearing about the attempt to smear her name, it would seem I have yet another task. One that may not specifically be my specialty, but it’s certainly something I am familiar with. I am to go on the hunt to find out what I can about some of the slanderous things that have gotten out. For now, my armor is removed. I’ll take only a few weapons with me and set out to speak with some of the local serfs and those who serve under Lady Eryn. I will see if I can wander across those who are corrupted and potentially unearth their plan. I know with my size I could be recongized, but truth be told, my interactions with the local populace have been so far and few, that this is likely my best shot.
First stop, a farm supposedly burnt to the ground...