Nearing the smithy, Fallorian saw a small group of four enter the only Tavern in the village. There was a noblely born looking lady with three rough looking men. Odd what coulda lady be doing with three ruffians in a remote village? Oh well he would find out later from Samal. Going to the back of the smithy, Fallorian entered the stable door, unlocking it with a spare key Jaichal had given him, or rather taken. peering into the dinly lit stable Fallorian found Lightfoot, contently tied to a post. Bending down to check the mare's shoes he found them all fitted with finely made metal. Untyin the mare, he led it out of the stable. Once out of the stable Fallorian thought he saw a movement in the thin woods surrounding the village, but looking again he saw nothing. Turning away he made his way back to his house. Reaching back home, he stood and looked at it. The house was one of the biggest of the village, this was mainly because many years ago his grandfather had rallied the people and saved the village from an of pillaging bandits, and ever since then they have always looked upon Fallorians family with a good face. The peoples of his village were a close community, and they would stick up for eachother is anyone was in trouble. But that wasn't the thing on his mind that was most important, the Emerald, the sword, could it truly do as his father said? and what did his father mean they will see tomorrow? Oh they were too amny things to think about, better leave it until he slept. Leading the horse to the houses small stable, he tied Lightfoot, and made his way back into the house, longing to finally get some sleep in a proper bed, and not grass.