Dawn breaks over the hills of Dunland, the bright sun starting to glow on the green grassland and the crystal rivers. Long shadows of trees and stones being cast upon the path leading up to Galtrev, the sounds of hounds barking and men shouting filling the air as the man makes his way up the path. A stagger in his step from all his swift travelling, falling onto his knees at some points.
Two men walk out to meet him, one with long muscular arms with a bow hanging from one of his small hands, an arrow in the other. The other man, a short and thin looking man that looks as if he could be blown away by the slightest breeze. One with earthy brown hair and the other with braided red hair hanging down to his shoulders. Weapons at the ready as they meet the man stumbling up to the man now on the floor, taking in heavy breaths from exhaustion. Instantly, they recognise the furs of the man.. the bear head lying in the ground next to him.
"Pren! Is that you?!” The brown haired man cried out!
"Pren?! He is dead!” The red haired man soon shouted out afterwards, though the two continued to walk towards the man on the floor.
"It is me.. Pren, Warrior of Dunland.. and your friend.” He spoke out weakly, just about finding the strength to stand upright and face the two.
"Pren.. it is you!” The brown haired man was quick to help his friend into standing, and even embracing him with a slap on the back. A cloud of dust even flying up after he did so.
"Yes.. yes.. it is me, Gangen.” Pren spoke out to Gangen, though he kept his eyes on the red haired man who was standing there in disbelief.
"B...bu..but.. you.. you're dead..” Deilen just about managed to speak at the sight of his old friend, joining in on the embrace a few moments after with a slap on the back. It looked like he was going to be folded in two due to his build!
"It takes more than a woman to kill me! Now, let us go.. I need to drink, eat and rest.” Pren spoke out to the two before they walk to the gates of Galtrev and to the largest tent there. A few lynx-eyed man sat about, watching the bear masked man walk through followed by his two friends.
Men, women and children looked in surprise and wonder as the once “dead man” walks throughout the town once again.. warriors rejoicing, women cheering and children laughing as he made his way to the fur covered building at where the food is usually cooking.
Two others joined the group of three, a man shorter than most and more closer to a dwarf than a dunlending. His name was Gwraidd, with arms and legs like the roots of a tree. A woman also joined, she was fair of face and of shape, sharp of wit and strong of skin, Rhisgl, she was called. All friends, the five of them.
As they sat down in the building, they feasted for nearly a day straight before a long deserved rest took Pren, falling asleep dusty and dirty in the middle of a righting ring and there he stayed, a small smile on the corner of his lips for he is home.
