Arriving at the Iron Brotherhoods cabin, and still keeping an I back on the mage, Stig now becomes quite weary of the mage's intentions.
*Bam*Bam*Bam* Stig knoks heavy handed.
"Broders! Is Stig. Whos is home? Might be vanting come out side...NOW"
"Ah good. Garridan is home" Stig says with a quick smile and a glance back over his shoulder.
"No not seeing quicklings. Stig seeing fire doe. Mage vith puppets stareing at tavern with torches...is not night. Is strange hmm? May vant vatch him vith Stig"
Standing at the steps to the brotherhoods cabin Stig looks to the folded paper in his hand
"Stig need go. Come back soon as can"
Stig places the paper on the upper railing then walks off to the gate
*WISTLE* " Swift! Ve go"
Stigs wolf hound emerges from the woods near the gates and Stig leaps to its back and they take off in a southern direction
"Thing in dat unda ground place rong. Stig prove rong... Stig vill"
Tossing and turning in his sleep, Isawda struggles against the furs that seem to entangle his limbs. As he dreams entangle his mind. Perhaps it is the reforging of his mind by the Fatespinner. Or perhaps it is the band on his right wrist that seems to pulse with a faint light. Or perhaps that is a trick of the unsteady light in the cabin. His mind flashes between memories that once were and memories that seem new and uncertain.