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Deadmeat half sat, half slumped at his desk in Romsford and sighed heavily. It had finally happened, Mhorador had been trying to tie him down in a job for some time now and Deadmeat's luck had finally run out.

He raised the corner of his paperwork tentatively with the blade of his knife and sighed. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He'd been on the road for so long now being in town for more than a few days felt almost claustrophobic. Even a bottle of his family's finest couldn't quell that aching to get back onto the road. Memory's from the latest gathering of the kingdom slowly started to pull at his attention, and a great sadness washed over him. He was alone in the world. A knock at the great oaken door dragged him back to reality.

"Enter."

The door creaked slightly as it was pushed open, a young ranger stood before him.

"Umm, Sir... You mentioned that, umm, you might, possibly... Umm... Offer me some help with my tracking..."

Deadmeat looked up at the boy quickly, a mad look in his eye as he slammed the dagger into the desktop. The ranger jumped back uneasily.

"Yes! That's it!" Deadmeat cried out, as much to himself as anyone else, "My legacy... Come... Ahragon wasn't it?"

"Yes, Sir,"

"Not a Sir, never been knighted, I work for a living," he said with a boyish glee as he vaulted his desk and darted out of his doorway, "come Ahragon, there is much to be done."

"Umm, Sirrr... Mr. Larkin, the grounds are this way..." Ahragon offered helpfully.

"Yup they are, no fooling you, but first we need the library, first the theory and then the practical, but first a small errand for me..." Deadmeat trailed off as he lurched around another corner, "you there!" motioning to one of the guards, "Send for as many apprentice rangers as you can... And a couple of scribes, Guild Master Larkin requests their presence in Romsford's library. NOW!"

The offduty guard looked a little startled before finding himself. He nodded dutifully and took off for the barracks.

Deadmeat had a mad glint in his eye, a spark of life that had been absent for some time.

Deadmeat half-fell, half-charged through the oversized double-doors of the library as he continued to pick up momentum. A small contingent of apprentices had already amassed behind the crazed guild master, and with a few over complicated hand gestures, they split into small groups and begun scouring the library.

"I need everything, everything you can find." The apprentices begun pulling books off of shelves eagerly.

Deadmeat's eyes glowed bright white, "Wolfbeard, my friend, if you're not too busy with the lodge, I have need of you." The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment before disappearing off to their desired recipient. As his eyes faded back to their natural light blue a small handful of scribes made their way up to the top of the stairs, "excellent timing, I have a job for you."

Throwing a couple of gold coins onto the table. "I need this information collated, accurately, succinctly and accurately."

One of the scribes snorted, "Uh.. 'Sir'," he begun in an overly sarcastic tone, Deadmeat glared at him, eyes glowing pure white. "W-w-where do we start?" the scribe finished. Deadmeat's eyes faded and he motioned to the first pile of books that had been brought upstairs. As the scribes begun to work Deadmeat sat back in his chair and sighed. Now... To start on HIS book.

Wolfbeard was tracking through a wilderness with kin of the Wulf lodge. "Keep on those tracks, their around here somewhere. I want those dogs for questioning. We will find the son they are following and I will exact Justice by Ullr" he was telling his kin when the voice in his head spoke to him.

"Ah my friend, yes the book, for the honour of the guild" he mumbled to himself, "What did you say brother" one of the Wulf kin asked. "Guild matters my brother, guild matters. Keep up the hunt I want these dogs questioned and I want that SON. I will break them and their brotherhood. I must leave however to attend to guild business I will be back as soon as I can!".

With that Wolfbeard tracked his way back to where they had left the horses, leaving his Wulf brothers to continue the hunt for their prey.

Deadmeat blinked heavily as he got a notion of his message receipt. And he continued through the various books he had amassed in front of him. He let the knowledge flow over, around and through him. And he started to write, draw, and amass all of what he needed. This was going to be his life's work.

Family are but flesh and blood, but words live on.

Wolfbeard from his Wulf lodge sent a message to Deadmeat, informing him of his delay in getting to Romsford. He prepared another herbal chewing bundle for Freyja, she was looking better than when he first encountered her. The sparkle and colour was relighting in her mesmerising blue eyes. To Wolfbeard it was akin to watching a rare flower blossom before his eyes!