Long and lonesome can the road to Edoras be, but I do enjoy my own company and rarely have the need to be among many.
So to my surprise the camp I had planned to rest at, was swamped with folk of the riddermark. Some sort of of warband had decided to spend the night there, filled with hard men and females, not hostile, but curious of my being. I had seen it all before, solid comradeship, rough but friendly tone, forged through hardship. These where folk you had to earn their trust, often with bravado of some sort. I try to ignore them, focusing on eating my food and leave them be... not a easy task with their questions and sometimes odd behavior from a giant of a man... was his name Barst?
A second, but much smaller group, or should I say a pair, had camped as well. A female with some sort of bodyguard standing watch over her, making a number of it. I decide to ignore the pair as well, why should I puzzle my mind over their reason to be here and their roles.
And then there was the lonely man, like myself, in more ways than I cannot figure out, but… he reeks of a man of the wilderness, he is reserved to answer the questions from the warband leader Thorvall, being on his guard, just like me. If I should hazard a guess, he have served or still serves as a scout. Despite his rude and challenging tone towards the guarded female, I liked him best of the folk gathered around the fire and decide to offer him some of my food. I learned his name and will remember it… Tormsen.
But the camp was to swamped for me, with more folks arriving I decided to find myself another place to spend the night and bid them all Ferthu hal!
OCC: Even if the event is set far away from Duncaddas trip to Edoras from Fenmark, I used it to fit my journey and to meet other roleplayers of the mark.
