The sun had set beyond the mountains as night graced the landscape in a gentle shadow. The fires inside the camp burned brightly, revealing some of the east-men that sat around them. They sat peacefully in their camps, eating and drinking, giving no mind what the night shrouded.
Slowly and quietly the group encompassed the camp, northmen surrounding the camp and drawing closer. Urses smiled and whispered to his friend who stood by his side. "Fear not brother, stay by my side and I will keep you from harm."
Druhd looked to him with a smile, nodding slightly as the two approached the back of one of the tents. They paused for but a moment as Druhd entered the tent and Urses flanked around to the front, seeing only one infront of the fire. The mans back was turned to Urses, who quickly grabbed him and shoved his short blade just behind his ear, giving it a quick twist then wrenching it free of his skull as led the corpse down carefully. Druhd came out of the tent, looking to Urses curiously. "The tent is empty, it seems most of them are." He spoke as he pointed to the others who had started to gather around the center of the camp, looking around and only seeing their own.
Urses and Druhd quickly approached the one whom led the skirmish, who seemed to be talking with two scouts who struggled for breath. "Speak! Speak up and be quick, what is your message?"
"They left! They make their way to Hafsloekr!" One messanger finally spoke up, looking to the leader who turned and asked the company. "Who here is from this village, speak!" Druhd nudged Urses, who stood there, unsure of what he heard as he sputtered. "I.. I am from Hafsloekr!" Urses approached the leader and looked to him, giving a slow nod as he continued. "It is not but a days journey on foot from here, to the north. It is a large village, they can hold their own if we come behind them." Urses nodded and struggled to push the thoughts of home from his mind.
"Go then, take four of the people whom you trust and scout the village. We will be on your heels and be readied for when you give your report, Go." He nodded to urses who grabbed Druhd, who grabbed three of the other men they knew.
The small group ran across the fields, in hopes of reaching the city before the east-men found it, supplying hope to thoughts that they might not have made it there yet. Urses felt his heart skip beats as he ran, thinking of his mother who lived in the village. She would not run, he knew it. She was a shield maiden long ago, and faught beside his grandfather numerous times, but this was different. These were no Dalish men seeking to take a village. The were east-men, who served only one.
