Régnwald's eyes and ears followed the silence around warily, though he remained silent for a while. He tested the soup and duck cooked by Éohilda, the maiden. He nodded with a gulp and distributed the bowls between them, each bowl with a slice of the duck plopped into the soup.
Éohilda swiped off her sweat by the forehead, she looked expressly to him before taking a relaxed sit on the soften dirt "I' not a cook, but t'least, I can..." She mumbled as she saw Régnwald taking a swig from his meal.
He removed his iron gauntlet so the bowl would warm his hands. He would wait for the soup to cool before drinking it, and then he blew on his soup eagerly. ''Not the worst soup I've drunk.'' and he added with a tilt of his head ''No doubt you wish your soup to be your mead and not your meal,'' he jested and laughed.
Éohilda merely smiled to him faintly.
''Me uncle used to tell me a story when we go for campin'...''
Régnwald sniffed the air and gave a nod, his face was quite serious, and he lifted his brows with attention, willing to hear about the story. ''Go on.'' he added.
''A scary storie if you'd ask me, tho' not quiet scary meanin'ful, once there were bears, Lathbears. Ha! I was scared by them, tho' now that I wield a blade, It should be me trophies to be pu' on me walls, if they 'ver existed!''
Her lips were utterly grinning not knowingly, with giggling tone as she spoke.
Régnwald listened her words with quite attention and when he finished his bowl, he said ''I also have heard stories about them, that they are rarely found; but do exist in the lush forests of Eastfold.'' he paused, allowing himself sometime to think about it, and he continued, ''I'd like to hear more about it.'' smiling briefly.
"Maybe next time, I didn' quite sleep yesterday, truth to be said!" she replied, yawning on the sentence. Then she would rest her head upon the mellow grasses that she thought It is.
Régnwald, who had been resting on his elbows, put a hand on his waist. ''You're right, you better get some rest.'' he agreed and rose from where he sat. He stalked over to horses, which had been resting. Their reins were tied to a tree nearby.
Éohilda heard his footsteps, but she didn't bother much as she already knew who it might be. "Y'know tha' horses aren' goin' anywhere, 'ight?" She toned sleepy.
Patting Gramlic's neck with his right hand, Régnwald removed his bedroll from the saddle and left his horse behind, quietly pacing back to the fire. Soon he set up his bedroll as night was falling, so was the temperature. ''Rest well maiden. I'll take the first watch.'' he said lowly.
''And beware of the bugs, I' too comfy tha' the bedroll is no use to me...'' She yawned.
Régnwald didn't say a word but agreed with a nod, resting his head on the tree and his eyes were slightly fixed at the pale horizon before him. He drew in a deep sigh and removed a pipe-weed from his supply bag. Lighting it with the help of the fire, he began smoking while staring ahead in silence. His thoughts rode out from the camp, galloping and he kept his wariness, giving out a fume.
As the hours passed the maiden began to feel somewhat uneasy, crawling idly in place like an itching pup, she panted and pined amongst the soil, catching a fearful moan sometimes.
Régnwald sat silent near the tree, his eyelids were beginning to cease and fall. He crossed his arms deeply, feeling restless about the cold beginning to bite his limb and he mixed the logs on the fire slowly. He turned his gaze to maiden as she began to make voices. He drew himself close to her and laid his hand on her arm lightly, ''Are you alright?'' he whispered to her
"Da', Da', Da'... Daaa'!!!" Her tone went higher by word, she rose tall and swift without realizing a close presence of him, by her side. Quickly she paced, unsheating her sword high only to struck it blusterous onto the ground. She panted in high-pitched tone.
Régnwald also rose from where he stood, his eyes following her unstable steps as she drew out his blade. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, he leaped closer to her and said lowly, ''Calm down!'' his eyes brimming with worry.
''B- bu' bu' I saw him Stag... It stood 'fore me like a curs' upon me fam- C-Capt'ain...''
Régnwald's brows were ceased in concern and his eyes were wide. He would lay a hand on her shoulder, ''It's over, calm down...'' he whispered softly; yet with a deep voice and he straightened, drawing in a deep breath as the sunbeams slowly began to break over the faint horizon.
She reluctantly turned around as he came by approaching. "I-I- just a nigh'mare, nothin' to worrie 'bout..." She sighed in deep concern, might sense her heart beats like a tire if draw close. "I'll take the watch from now, Capt'." Her words slowly calmed or as if trying to be.
Régnwald' shook his head briefly with disagreement, ''You need to rest more than I do, you've had ill events lately.'' he paused, allowing himself sometime to rub his beard and he continued with a quite stern look ''We'll find him.'' he said to her and turned his gaze away before pacing back to his corner.
She watched him stride back to the camp, no doubt she was still worrying.
