The man sat upon a stone, pipe between his lips that loosed wispy clouds of cherry tobacco. Softly humming as he flipped the sizzling bacon on the skillet, looking over to his companion. A bear of a man, hair a dulled silver but yet his face hadn't seen more than thirty winters. Several markings decorated his face, most notably a band of blue runes reaching from cheek bone to cheek bone, bridging over his nose. The Large man finally broke the silence between the two and looked to the other.
"Do you think it will ever be the same?" Urses glanced over his shoulder, looking as if he was staring past the forest into what they left behind. A worried look about his face before he turned his gaze back to Cynraede.
"After a war such as this my friend, I don't think many of us will be the same. How ever, that matters little. What matters is how we pick ourselves up from such a thing and carry on. Our fight is far from over." He shook his head slowly and looked back up towards the sky. "He should be coming back soon, hopefully."
Urses' expression turned grim as he continued to hold his gaze on Cynraede. "Something not right about that boy, he plays with fire and those runs as if they are naught but youngling toys. He looses himself when he fights, Cynraede he is not well."
The Hunter nodded slowly, plating the bacon and saddle rations and handing it to Urses before taking up his own and returning to his seat. "After he came back from the East, he wasn't the same. When we found him, he was fading from the world." The man dipped his head, giving thanks before eating.
The two looked to the forest as a rider emerged, dismounting mid trot and continued to make his way towards the two men. "There is word from The lady!" The Hooded man called out with urgency upon his voice, quickly pulling back the crimson hood.
Urses chuckled and bared his teeth in a wide smile. "Come then little brother and tell us the news."
