A tall man clad in fur and leather walked down the road with quick steps, his head tilted downward and an umber hood was shadowing his face as if not willing to be seen. He leaned forward, a torch lightening his way until he arrived the stables, glancing about in search of someone.
Langhund leaned against the fence, as watching Heva walk back towards the house of healing. A smile was wide on his lips, throwing Heva's cloak onto his shoulder to rest as he simply looked around as enjoying the cool night.
The hooded figure opened the wood fence slowly and walked in the stables. He wandered to Hondscioh's horse, a large gray mare, stroking a slight hand on the beast's neck. He looked forth and back then mounted up on it, flicking the reins slightly and urged the beast to walk out of the stables, still holding a torch in his free hand.
Langhund looked towards the man entering the stables this late at night, his brow furrowing in thought as he watched him leave. Once he had moved a safe distance, he wrapped Heva's cloak around him and wandering to Hrimfell, who was already geared up for a hunt in just a few hours. He climbed into the saddle, flicking the reins and following along at a safe distance.
The hooded rider, without giving a word to anyone, pulled the reins once again and urged the beast onward into the fields with a quick pace.
Langhund followed along, nodding to the guards. He took Hrimfell slightly off the path, the horse being used to travelling on rough terrain.
Rider pulled the reins and made more haste as he was passing near Eorlsmead Tower, the horse, feeling restless for being controlled by another master, twisted its head several times and gave a whinny. And its burden would comfort the beast with a slight flick of the reins as he drove nigh to bridge.
Langhund rode along, raising his hood up as well as wind whipped at his face and his hair got in his eyes. He followed keenly after the rider, curiosity burning though he did not make himself known yet.
Hooded horseman, seeing the bridge a few leagues away, slowed the horse's pace to a halt, letting her breath and he took that moment to look forth and back, frowning grimly under his hood as his glistening eyes caught the view of a horseman approaching. ''Who're you..'' it was spoken quiet as if he asked to himself; yet once he gripped the bridle, he paused, speaking in a loud tone ''Show yourself!''
Langhund would pull on the reins harshly as the rider stopped, a fair few paces before he raised his head up though his hood still remained covering his face. His head titled slightly to the side, before he simply rode forth and pushed back his hood.
''Tis I! Hund of Grimslade and Stangard!'
Hooded man arched a quick brow high, eyes blazing in the dark night until a sigh of relief left his lips, raising his head and pulling the hood back lightly, so the rider could see his face... He would speak naught.
Langhund raised a brow, "Régnwald? What takes you out of Stangard at this hour and not even on Gramlic!"
Régnwald straightened atop the grey steed and raised the torch in his fist a little. Once again, he heaved his shoulders with a breath. He then sat leaning forward in the saddle, a hand clad in leather slowly stroking the side of horse's neck. He moved his gaze slowly to Langhund.
''...I need to get into Harwick to learn what's going on. Had no news from the burgh for a week.''
''Why not ride Gramlic, or even wear your usual armour if you are riding to Harwick?''
Langhund raised a brow, rolling his shoulder as Hrimfell dug his hooves into the earth a few times.
''Tis not so wise to enter a cave without knowing what's in there... I took my precaution.
I shouldn't be known, understand?''
''Hmm, ja. Well, hopefully they will not know me either!''
Langhund grinned as he pulled his hood up, seeming set on joining Régnwald on his journey to Harwick.
Régnwald bowed his head in silence, his gaze drifting to the bridge ''Now then, if you want to help me, this would be a good time..'' he swayed his head to the side in thought, holding his gaze a moment after
''Watchers in the bridge and beyond could recognize me. You'll do the speech.''
''Me? If you say so! What is your name?''
Régnwald frowned a little in though, pulled up the hood thereafter, ''...I'll be, Hondscioh.''
Langhund said, ''And I shall be.. Wildehyse. They do not know me as that name in Harwick.''
Régnwald glanced over to him and slowly bowed his head in agreement. ''We have a long ride ahead, let us make haste!'' Once hoisted into saddle, the stallion would move a few paces onward, then continuing on a quick canter.
Langhund pulled on the reins to pull Hrimfell to a halt at the foot of the bridge, his eyes roaming on the stone before he looked to the fast flowing Limlight. He then looked towards the bridge, and the figure upon it.
Régnwald gazed forward with keen eyes, a flaming torch would rest in his hand, slightly leaned forward. The horse stomped and pawed in the grass impatiently as he sat silently.
Ubbe proceeded the horse and he went towards the two riders with spear ready at his hand "Halt, who passes in such hour?!' Ubbe was not born yesterday and he had many years in saddle "I see every face that passes bridge in last few weeks, you can not fool me. Say your names and intentions or return to wherest thou came."
