Grenth knew something was not right as he walked slowly through the large ornate wooden of the stables.
"Hello, Anderaus my good friend."
He was greeted by a chilling silence.
"Anderaus, You home?" He spoke louder this time and was greeted by that same silence.

He walked forward carefully as he knew that his friend never left the stables, this was his life. Footsteps. Coming from both left and right. Grenth looked but only saw the same familer room he had been sleeping in since he arrived. Then is came. Darkness. Laying on the cold wooden cloor with a trickle of blood running down his face, Grenth could hear them talking.
"This is him. Lets move out before he wakes. Thats the last thing we want right now.

After what seemed like hours the movement had stopped. Grenths seemingly hollow body was thrown to the floor. This was his chance. They underestimated his strength and gasped as he stood. Demanding to know who they are.
"Tell me now before I slay you where you stand."
Two women stood before him. The one to the left was the dominent looking of the two, take her down and the other should crack. She stood six foot tall, a little larger then Grenth and at least a foot bigger than her beautiful blonde companion. As she took a overpowering step forward Grenth could hear the stones crack under her boots.

"I am Gwen. This is my sister Lucia"
"Why did you bring me here? And who sent you? And why?
Lucia took a short step forward. Not large enough to be intimidating but enough to take hold of the situation. "We were sent by noone. But we are here to stop you from falling into the countesses trap. There is no such "quest". As you may know, times are getting hard for the countess. This is because the guild sees threat in you. They are courrupt and you are trying to enter their ranks. They do not like someone noble from the outside coming into the area, let alone joining them."

Grenth stood watching her talk andnoticed his old friends Olaf approaching the two sisters before him.
"Olaf! Leave them alone! I can fight them myself!"
The nord never hesitated. He listed his nordic axe far above his head. Then silence was thrown over the vally like a run on a floor. Grenth had just witnessed the nord fall to the floor in pain with one small movement from Lucia's hand. The perculia thing about it is she didnt even strike him.
She glided towards Grenth with amazing speed "Your not the only one who can protect yourself."
"Protect yourself? You just killed him!"
"Fear not Grenth, he is not dead. He is mearly paralized. Like your friend at the stables. If he had taken another movement my sister here would have slain him."
"Explain yourself"
"We were once high ranks in the guild. Until we started to see what we were doing whilst working with them. When they found out we were going to tell everything to the public. They expeled us from the guild, stripping us from our ranks and nobility. They said we were outlaw spys. We did not take kindly to this and started a guild of our own. One that has no ranks. One that shows every member that we are equal. We are called The Brotherhood Of The Truth. Olaf is in the countesses hands. She has strings on him like a puppet. We are approaching you to inform you that this quest will end in your death. However we have an invite, from our father, for you to join our brotherhood. Do you accept?"
"What of my friend at the stables?"
"If you join us, you will have no friends on the outside. The countess will make sure that they either believe your a trator or dead. Your friends know of this quest, they will believe the lattor."
"Then can I meet this father of yours?"
"Yes, he wants us to take you to him. It is but a short walk from here."