Fishrudder walked along the river bank, he was close to his first home, Redwall. His holt's cave, was farther to the east, close to the big lake. His thoughts strayed to his young days with DAB, always getting a slap on the paw for doing something mischievous.
The scarred otter wore a simple tunic, and a cowl over his head. His eyes were scanning the ground as he thought of going to Redwall to see if any of his old playmates were still running around, he highly doubted it though. His twin long swords bumped his back with every long stride. The swords, which once shone brilliantly in the sun, needed to be repaired and the hilt needed to be rewrapped.
He finally got to the bend of the River Moss that was closest to Redwall Abbey, he sat down. The black otter was either to head there now, or go back to camp and meet with Aral.
After a minute of thinking this over, he stood and trudged towards the path. His head down. After several minutes of walking, he arrived at the massive gate of the famous Redwall Abbey. He drew an old dagger and pounded it on the gate, hoping to get someone's attention.