Outskirts of Valendale Woods…
BY MID-MORNING, GAVIN, VANOLIN, and their patrol enter a field on the outskirts of Valendale Woods. Debris is everywhere. All of them disembark their horses. Gavin looks around the field and makes a small remark to himself.
“Debris of a starfighter.”
“Sir?” Vanolin asks the king quizzically.
“Nothing.” The king replies.
“Spread out and search the field for anything significant.” Vanolin orders his men.
The knights under Vanolin’s command spread out. A very wiry, quick knight by the name of Wilhelm Gainright finds something very significant indeed. He holds it into the air. It’s the pilot helmet of Starragaar.
“Sir, I found something,” the dusty blond knight shouts.
“Bring it to me,” Vanolin orders Lord Gainright.
Lord Gainright rushes over to Lord Gavin and Lord Vanolin.
“Here you go, sir.” The wiry knight says to Vanolin as he places the rather battered helmet into his hands.
“Thank you, Sir Wilhelm. Continue your search.” Vanolin tells one of his knights. He, then, turns and looks at Gavin with the helmet still in his hands. “Sir, what do you make of this?”
“Look at the triangular protrusions on the top of the helmet.”
“I see them. So?”
“Only a few races, I know of, use helmets like this.”
“Sir, what are you talking about?”
“And these markings,” Gavin says rubbing his fingers over the carved stripes in the top of the helmet. “This helmet is Bengaali.”
“Sir, what is a Bengaali?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Gavin tells Vanolin while he is still holding the battered helmet of Starragaar. “Now tell your men to wrap up and head back. I need you to take me to Janeeri’s home.”
Gavin looks off into the sky holding the helmet himself now. He bounces the helmet in his left hand while gripping it with his right hand. Why are you here?!?