''There's been talk of strange folks around. They cloak themselves so none could tell they be spy, orc...'' Anfald said.
''Is there more to this rumour?'' Régnwald asked.
Anfald shrugged, ''This one is new. Though, cloaked strangers? What do they have to hide?''
''Their ugly faces.'' Ulcwine laughed.
The fire soared within the hall, full of mead, provisions and guards helping themselves with plentiful of meals. There sat a young man around his twenties, his hair was blonde and merry goodful of blonde colour, his beard was shaven short, but not full. His eyes keenly watching around, then a young green approched soon after. "Yer' drink, capt'. Migh' need it 'fore snow approaches!" She took a one large step so her crotch placed upon the bench, moving the other of her leg inside the table, she passed the tankard to him. Régnwald, that's what people would call him. He blew on his soup eagerly, and took his first gulp, and kept sipping it longly thereafter, as his eyes were fixed toward Eohilda who just approached. He wiped his mouth slowly and gave her a brief; yet warm nod. ''Thank you,'' he sniffed the air in the Mead Hall and kept his silence. The talk went blank for a brief of time, felt like the room was filled with joycious and talk, but none of it would ease Eohilda, as she fidgeted several times around her bench, before Régnwald broke the silent. "You handled your errands?" - He asked with a quizzical frown.
Guards passing by outside, the grasses were hissing and swishing, the moon rose high, and the light stirred away from the horizons. As hours passed by, she finally gave what's left and riddles that troubled her mind. "I hav' troubles in me heart, I...." She caught a deep breath before continuing. "I didn' com' 'ere by any of Maegisterwigend's word, I came 'ere in me own word.." - "I must say, that was indeed a folly attempt to trick or deceive your veterans." He replied and nodded stiffly. "I was aware of your little game from the start.'' he added with a tilt of his head ''I've been playing the fool. -Though, as the truth is revealed as usual, now we can speak at length." His words were heard wise by her ears, with a quail she replied again. "If a punishment I mus' bear, I will take it willingly capt', but tha' things ar' for anothe' time, for my errand is.. goin' quiet unwell.." Her tone were neither scared or fearful, nonetheless worried. She looked at Régnwald again in deep thoughts. "My uncle probably was dragged... Neither an escape or captured, his hous' not far from here, I checked, yet the windows ar shadowed and the doors ar' locked firm. I couldn' brag, guards might suspice me..." Her voice lowers as so her head on each word and finally turned into mumbles. Her hands which were idly turned into rubblings with her rugged belts, seemingly what a worried person would act. Régnwald 's brow were creased in concern and his eyes hardened more with worry. He stared deeply to her, his green eyes hard and visage grim, ''Yes, yes there will be punishment. -Though your reason will lighten your sanction.'' he listened and continued ''Maybe we two can see if this house is indeed unreachable.'' he rubbed his beard lightly and remained silent.
The house was indeed locked and seemed liveless just what the Green would describe. They were looking around before a gaff or two which were the planks that barricade the windows looked weak and placed in a hurry. And so they began to hurry over the window, examining closely before trying to unlock it, yet their first attempt failed dearly, as the first window looked like a firm of steel glued at the highest. But Régnwald seemed optimistic, he would appear positive in anyway, Eohilda in the other, was fidgeting along the way. "This one looks weakly-settled..." exclaimed her expectancely as her eyes were drawn in the attention of a barricaded windows, but flawly sticked. Without hestitation Régnwald advanced a step and leaned forward to study the wooden entrance, ''This one should be heading to the storage.'' he remarked her and observed the lock carefully. A moment later, he had already raised his blade high, ''Step aside.'' he whispered to her and waited. Soon he hurled his sword down to the lock with a groan, thus taking the lock into two pieces, and they finally managed to tow in.
Nothing specified but tankards spreaded across the table inside, half-swigged. The fire was still lit, and so the darkness wouldn't be really a pitch. The room felt musty, dusts wandering over the room, Eohilda sneezed a couple of time. Régnwald's golden brows and dity blonde hair were shining dimly as he steered for the bed. He broke the quite silence that had engulfed them by saying, ''There's a letter here.'' and he leaned to reach to it. Eohilda with skipped pace, she swayed her eyes into the letter, before Régnwald would lend it in full. The letter was scrapped and almost brown odd stains spreaded everywhere,she read it with haste, that brought a one or two words were missed. "Strange stains fill tha' letter, but som' of words told me' head that Dunlendings is involv'd..!" She groaned with a spark of anger.
Regnwald stood tall before the Green, and clentched his hand on his chest, making quiet sounds of clinking iron as he did so. He let his eyes wander around the lonely room, observing the last eaten duck over the plate and the half swigged drink resting next to it over the bureau. Soon the Æthelwigend turned his glance up to eye her, his brows and eyes hardening with sharpness and worry, leading him to draw in a deep sigh. 'How could that be?' the words passed from his mind, and he crossed his arms stiffly before he spoke at length again, ''I can hardly say this might be a joke or a gal of some folk. Even if it's not clear, the Hill-men must clearly be in this...'' he eyed her keenly yet thoughtfully at the same time. " I shall pace off, make way 'round Snowbourn, then burn what wanders in those accursed camp!" Her tone rose in anger from every word she had spoken, almost blinding her surroundings, even for the Æthelwigend himself. Her legs were wrothing, trembling as if she wanted to run with her burning rabid. In silence, he watched the fire of anger burning in the lass'es eyes of sea blue. Tilting his head slowly, Régnwald would put his hand on her shoulder to make her halt. ''You calm down, first we need a plan, then we shall see it done together.'' his voice changed then. It became soft, despite its deepness. A sense of earnestness could easily be noticed in this man's eyes. Eohilda's respiration was almost uncontrollable, and went rapidly, "The plan is attac', and if anything happens! Ughh you... You're right! Dimwit, 'notherr wave of anger pursued me... A-Apologiz' captain.." She bowed the captain slightly, calming situation she looked around as her hands which formed a fistbump began to soften.
What next would approach them? Only time and their doing shall bid and turn the tide of the gleaming wave...
