The Heroes of Red Larch: Entry 49

These events take place before Rise of the Obsidian Legion.

Lynch’s Journal
Entry #49

Lothric was shocked to find out there was a hidden entrance at the carpenter’s workshop that lead to the hideout below Red Larch. That was just one of the unexpected surprise from yesterday. Brayden, the young boy we saved, could offer him no useful information and searching out his father lead to dead ends. Even the clues that pointed to the abandon rock quarry were fruitless.

The only useful information we got came in the form of currency from Mirabar in the North. Henry thought it was a good idea to head there and see where it takes us. As I enter the dining hall of The Swinging Sword Inn he has breakfast waiting for us before heading out.

I find it odd that Amon Frost is not already here, it is unlike him be late. Is it possible I was right? Has all this violence actually got to his good heart?

Half an hour later I get my answer.

Lithia Muun walks down the stairs, a frown spread across her usually cheerful face. This is the first time I have seen anything other than curiosity and deceit come from her. The girl is genuinely upset.

As she steps up to the table a letter slides out of her hands. Her words are a whisper but that ring out loudly. She informs us that Amon has left.

Henry quickly snatches the sheet of paper. The look on his face says he is worried but yet proud. It is an apology. Prince Frost had received some news late last night and had to leave with haste. When the time was right he promised to find us. The letter gave no direction to where the prince had went.

This is completely unexpected. Myself, and I am sure I can speak for everyone else when I say this, has looked to Amon for leadership. He was the man who spearheaded the movement to stop the thugs in Red Larch. When facing the threat of Novak and The Restless Hand he fearlessly marched head on against the thieves guild.

And now he is gone. Who will lead us to Mirabar?

And like a slap in the face I get my answer. Lithia’s sadness quickly revolves to determination as she announces she was now leading us to the North.

Great.

We are doomed.

As we take our leave I bid those who defended me during the trial farewell but with a promise to return. The last are the father and daughter of The Growing Blossom. My heart melts as she offers me a warm smile. I cannot help but return it.

Why can I just not ask her name? I can brave battling undead, giant rats and even Novak himself but not talk to this beautiful girl in front of me? Am I really that much of a coward? Then it dawns upon me, I have not even spoke to her. I never had a chance to know her name.

It were as if the gods were listening then and they answered my prayers as she told me.

Amara.

Her name is Amara.

She embraces me with a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek for good luck. I blush as the smile on her father’s face approves. I am lost in the moment as we leave Red Larch. I have not felt this happy since my young days with Remy and Jalina.

I am so lost I do not even see our strange elf friend walk into the woods just outside town.

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