Chapitre 301: Pursuit

The stew at the inn was every bit as good as the innkeeper had claimed. It was the best meal Arran had tasted in centuries — though admittedly, he'd had precious few proper meals during that time.

He remained in Redhill for several more days, but the food had little to do with that decision. Instead, he sought out any information he could find about the battlefield, asking the townsfolk as much as he could without drawing too much suspicion.

This proved an easy task. A few drinks at an inn or tavern were all it took to loosen the locals' tongues, and after a few more, they treated Arran almost as one of their own.

Yet while getting the townsfolk to speak was easy, Arran soon discovered that they knew little beyond what the innkeeper had already told him.