[Leaving Middenheim]
Admund bolts the door to his new house on 14 Wolfskinners Walk with a huff. Just damned bought the place, and I'm already leaving it... The lock clacks into place mournfully, almost as if sad. Admund palms the key, rolling it in his hand. He's been sour all morning, thinking about going back to Marienburg. He huffs again, and slings his pack over his shoulder and walks to Staller's stables to pickup the cart.
At the stable, he collects the cart and double checks that everything is tied down. The cart draws back memories of his days in Carroburg, being relegated to the supply carts and the food wagons as a lad. He meets Ulrun and drives the cart to meet the others at the West Gate. The route is almost a tour of the places he's been this past month. The cart rattles and rolls by the Templar's arms and around the park. He remembers the dusty pub at the Western Gate where he met Bardin and runs a hand through the hair on his left temple where the bullet from Bardin's gun left a scar under the hair on the side of his head.
He says goodbye to the others, giving Captain Kratz especially a firm handshake. He leaves the iron key to his house with Kratz to look after while he's away. "I'll be back in a month or so. Sooner if I can help it. Take care of the place, and feel free to stay there if you like. Just don't let it burn down. My first house after all." Admund says with a chuckle.
Admund mounts the cart and sits with Ulrun on the bench, rolling his eyes at the wizard's fancy clothes. The two could not look more opposite. Admund's fancy clothes are tucked away in his trunk, as he wears the sturdy traveling clothes he came to Middenheim in and a simple black hat to keep the sun from his face. His Knight's Panther Medallion is tucked between his simple, worn under shirt. His hooded cloak is drape loosely over the bench behind him for the evening cool and serves as padding. As the two carts before him advance, he cracks the rains and drives the draft horses along behind them.
Heinrich and Klaus ride past the lumbering carts. Admund rolls his eyes again at Klaus's fancy traveling clothes fit for a count. At least Admund could get a pint or two at Klaus's tavern and make up for it.
With the summer solstice behind them, days of increasing darkness lay ahead. Admund shuffles the reins and rounds the cart off the causeway and towards Marienburg.
[Arriving in Elsterweld]
The small town looks familar to Admund, but also different. His company passed through close to dusk, quite in a rush to get to Middenheim, and he never quite stopped to look around. He draws the cart to a halt in the shade of a building near the others, and slides off the bench. His legs are stiff as he waters the horses and gives them their feed bags.
He buys a small sack of apples and sets them on the bench to eat on the road. He takes one and chomps into it. He notices Ulrun walking over to the large tree covered in posters and handbills. He catches up to him, noisily chomping the apple. "Ulrun...tch tch tch... what you thinking this is? Some news-board?"
Admund will inspect the posters and ask some people chatting below the tree how the road ahead is.