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The remainder of the journey to Wales was uneventful. Melou, for one, was thankful for that. He'd had enough excitement - if you could call it that - for a while and all he wanted was to get back home and his usual routine, at least for a few weeks.
Word of the attack had made its way back to the little court in Din-Gonwy, so everyone was abuzz when they returned. For once, Melou didn't want the attention. He was tired and used his injury as an excuse to simply go to his room and sleep until dinner, and then to return to it immediately after. Something, though, kept bothering him, nagging away at the back of his brain. It had started doing the same before he left Milliways, but was stronger now that he was home.
Finally, he'd had enough. A few hours after dinner, he put his boots back on and made his way through darkened and still noisy corridors of the castle, and then outside to a small group of servant's cottages. Stopping at the side door of one of the smaller ones, he knocked softly. And waited.
Word of the attack had made its way back to the little court in Din-Gonwy, so everyone was abuzz when they returned. For once, Melou didn't want the attention. He was tired and used his injury as an excuse to simply go to his room and sleep until dinner, and then to return to it immediately after. Something, though, kept bothering him, nagging away at the back of his brain. It had started doing the same before he left Milliways, but was stronger now that he was home.
Finally, he'd had enough. A few hours after dinner, he put his boots back on and made his way through darkened and still noisy corridors of the castle, and then outside to a small group of servant's cottages. Stopping at the side door of one of the smaller ones, he knocked softly. And waited.