The rushing of the river was loud as the champion sat down upon the grass, sword stretched across his lap as he run the sharpening stone along its edge to sharpen it. Sitting near Torwiga was a woman who seemed interested in the large mans build and how he wielded a sword so large, and asked.
"Are you preparing for battle, Cempa?"
"Nay, I am preparing for an upcoming tournament in Gapholt. A small one, but one worth winning.", the Eorling grinned as he put the sword back into its sheath and rose up to his great height.
"When are you leaving?", the woman asked as returning her attention back to scrubbing cloaks in the river.
"Well, the tournament is not for another two weeks. Though I have to ride to Harwick, and fetch my armour and weapons for that is where I left them before I set out for Stangard. So.. tonight. I will leave tonight. Inform the others if you want."
With long strides the Champion moved into the cave, and gathered up his spear and the clothing he had brought with him. He moved outside, and moved towards his large horse that was already geared up by the request of a young folawigend. Off into the night the champion rode, through the hidden paths towards Harwick once more.
