Summoned to Folcburg like a misbehaving dog, that is how I felt up on my discussion with Lady, Pardon me, Thane Wulfreda.
Initially I came to Folcburg to treat with her new husband, but the thane had perished.
"A hunting accident" she said.
She asked me to speak matters trough, she wanted to know of our progress.
And initially seemed pleased with my most discreet handy work.
Suddenly her tone turned sour, as she decreed the following:
“Seize your actions… she said. No demanded.
My son will take his own vengeance she said."
"All my hard work, our hard work, for nothing at all. “ I thought to myself.
“She tried her hardest to buy my friendship with cheap… straw heads. As if I am so easily bought.
Proudly she strut through that ridiculously small lords-hall. Forgetting whom had placed her there in the first place"
“I did as she asked, I send letters to my men near Snowbourn.
They shall retreat.. and leave the passes in the east open for the orcs.
I sincerely hope they feast on the flesh of all those pest ridden fools in Snowbourn. “
“I must admit that I feel mistreated by my dearest cousin, I had expected more from her. After all, It was I who rescued her from the clutches of the Thane of Snowbourn.”
My men are hard at work, finishing the loose ends of this entire operation,
Feod, disposed of our honoured guest. “Something with a pig and chopped limbs as he put it. “
I’ve decided that I didn’t want to know exactly what he meant with that.
Cethelion rides north to meet an old friend of ours, she’ll join us here in Folcburg.
I have decided to introduce her as Ihaldánessë.
I believe that payment for my most charitable services is my just due, after all: you shouldn’t come between a man and his trophy.
