The next day we rode back to Candor.
Leofric and the servants were delighted to see us. Apparently, they had half-expected never to see us again. They were even happier to know that Clifford had singlehandedly solved our two main problems: where to stay and what to do for the long-term.
Now we stayed at Candor Castle and served the Marquis. With the servants and our baggage in tow—specifically in a cart we bought, driven by Leofric—we left the town to claim our prize.
Candor was nestled between two hills. To its left was a small hill with the chapel and churchyard. To its right, a bigger elevation held the old, bleak castle overlooking the town from the cliff.
The climb was short and straightforward, especially compared to the climb we had made to reach Boarsmouth. It wasn't the castle we reached first, but the village at its base: a quiet, almost deserted place of around ten cottages.
