Torstahn sat by the crackling fire, twisting the string of his bow carefully as to find the right fit for the limbs. His companions sprawled out and resting where they can. Velnath laid with his back to the fire, he had mentioned something about the light causing to loose your vision in night. Siofran lay curled up upon her bedroll, quietly resting. A curious thing she was, often very quiet and watchful. The Dwarf, Master Inkeg lay upon his back, snoring and occasionally twitching.
Yet, he could not find rest. This journey they had embarked on often sparked curiosity within his heart. There was much still he didn't understand. He had heard the rumors of the mad king, raiders pillaging the lands of Rohan, but his mentioning of a wizard in the tower of Isenguard was quite confusing. Poisoning of the rivers, Dunlending attacks on the smaller villages and cities. The lands of the horselords was quickly turning into a war zone, and they were headed right for it, but why?
Torstahn looked to the company, his eyes moving from one to the other as they lay resting. I cannot let harm come to these people on my behalf. I simply would not bear it upon my heart knowing that I was the cause of their demise. He thought to himself. "I would not..." He whispered softly as he began to roll up his bedroll and started packing up his equipment.
He looked about the fading stars as the crimson sunrise just peaked over the mountain tops while saddling Arehego. "Easy now, our journey will be long and hard but we can do this.We will stop and rest when we can." He spoke in his native tongue, with a thick rohirric draw as he ran his hand up the horses nose gently.
Torstahn quickly tossed himself into the saddle carefully, situating himself before giving a light kiss to Arehego before bolting away from the stables of Ost Guruth.
