They sat in a clearing for some rest, as they had walked already too much, and Siana knew it could be overwhelming for her daughter, and looking that she, nearly, all her time, spent at her house, that journey was not looking well for her, Siana considered, but she did all she could to reach the workplace faster, and Draven's house was there, too. She knew it would be very wrong to wake someone at night, but she needed to do that. It was crucial. She didn't know how Ulric was doing at the very time, and as she had idea where he could be, or where could he be taken, she was even more anxious, because she may need her strength to put the matters into a place, and clear all things up, and if not that, she knew there was no option except one, and that was a thing which shattered peace of hundreds, killed the thousands, and was hated by many; loved by less: The war.
She rose up in the clearing, looked at Friszta, whose face was in her shoulders, and she was sitting against a tree. Siana looked just as anxious and couldn't just withstand seeing her both children suffer. Now that Ulric was somewhere and she only had an idea where, and Friszta was with her; she could see her suffering, too. She sighed and looked through the canopy of leaves to the night sky, thinking the same words she did last time: Is this going to happen again, Leofric?
"Friszta, we should move now."
Friszta looked up at her mother. They both exchanged anxious glances for Ulric, and she rose up to her feet as well and began to walk alongside her mother, who had been just as depressed.
"Do you miss him?"
Friszta nodded.
"Don't worry, we'll find him."
They walked and walked, and it took more minutes than she'd expected to see the sight of some buildings, far in the woods. Some were smaller, and some were larger. Some were brown, and some were other-coloured. It was a small hamlet, where Siana went every day to work, but it had a little bit of many houses to consider as small, but that was it.
They entered it, and there was a lake, far behind some houses, and Siana took that direction to go. Friszta was certain that it must be Draven's house, but she didn't know if he lived alone or with other people. She didn't even see him before; she didn't know if he was married or not. She'd only heard about him that day and never before. Siana sometimes took time to return from work, and both siblings didn't know why, considering her mother herself told them about Inn being closed before twilight. There were many questions, and they didn't know the answers to them.
That took some time of stroll to reach that house's door. That house was neither big, but nor smaller, too. It was normal sized, and she was amazed by the look of it. It looked cleaner than most of the hamlet, and that was only one floor house: Ground floor.
She didn't straight raise her hands to knock, but she told Friszta to stay there, and she creaked open the door slowly and entered. The interior was good, with a small kitchen at the edge of the house, and the couch was big enough to fit three people. Upon the table were many books, and other things. Upon a windowsill, there were many pots on it, and she didn't visit his house often, and she talked to him at the Inn, where he worked, too.
She opened the door of a chamber slowly and saw the sight of Draven covered in a coverlet, and the bed was near the window, which had furry coverlet and it was four-legged dark brown, made of dark oak, which was expensive. She serenely moved near him towards the four-legged bed and very quietly called, "Draven? Hey Draven?"
He yawned and sat up in his bed. "Siana," he said slowly. "What're you doing at this time here?"
"Something happened," she replied, worried. "Something really bad happened, which you know I always feared. Ulric has been taken."
"What? When? Why did you not tell me earlier?"
"I was told this when I returned home. Friszta told me that Ulric didn't return since he went to Portaz Creek when I came here at work. It all happened at day time."
He slowly sat up from his bed.
"What now, Draven? I'm very scared now."
"You do not need to worry because we both know they won't kill him. The thing that surprises me the most is how they found Ulric at such a random place in the world? And beyond this, how did they know he was Ulric?"
"We need to be fast to reach there."
"No," he abruptly said. "We shouldn't hurry, or there will be worse outcomes."
"So what now?"
"Are you alone or with someone else?"
"My daughter and me. Just two of us."
"You wait outside. I should wear my tunic and I'll come and tell you what we're going to do. Even a small mistake can result in worse things."
Siana left the chamber, and Draven got up from his four-legged bed. He went towards his armoire and got his tunic and woollen pants. He didn't know if he wanted it or not, but he grabbed a cloak, too. When he came outside, Siana and Friszta were already there.
"She's Friszta," siana told him.
Draven nodded. "Hello, Friszta."
Siana had the idea of Ulric, and Draven was considering their steps, but Friszta stood in void, not having an idea of what was happening, except for his brother — Ulric was taken.
Draven led them towards a house.