The winds snapped and billowed around the small camp, causing the Northling to pull the furs up further across his head and body shortly before a boot softly nudged into his thigh followed by a amused voice. "Breakfast is ready, runt." The man sat down beside him, placing a plate infront of Ioranir who simply replied with a growl. "Oh be silent and fill your belly, its quite a meal today. You are quite lucky to ride in when you did." The Mercenary said with a chuckle, beginning to fill his face with the various foods he stacked upon his plate. Ioranir finally peeling himself out of the furs and giving the man a look before taking up the plate and giving it a sniff, turning to look over at Brem once again with a furrowed brow. "Oh don't give me that look, you're eatin' the green leafy bits too or I'll stuff 'em down your gullet." Bremehn replied, pointing the spoon towards the man before smacking him in the forehead with the spoon. "Now, eat, you've still got a ways to go before you're home."
Ioranir sat up, placing a stone upon his lap with cirith runes inscribed onto its surface before digging into the meal that had been provided. He caught Brem eying the stone before they caught each others gaze just as a beaming smile began to peel across The mercenary's lips. "Whats her name, lad?" Bremehn asked through a mouthful of potatoes, looking over to his fur clad friend. "Not of your concern taliaivo.Brem had feigned a look of exasperation and hurt, his brows knitting as he placed a hand upon his own chest. "Hurtful words, master Ioranir. Most hurtful indeed. I did not know you traveled with elves, tell me of them? I've yet to meet any out of our.. Mmh, Order."
The two sat in silence for a moment before Ioranir finally shook his head and chuckled. "They're lovely company.. Amathlan, who pretends to be the father of the group strikes me as odd... Both quite intelligent and sometimes quite dim. He's much better with a blade, and his partner is better with wit.. Ithilwe, is his name. He is the wind, to Amathlan's fire. Either ousting or fanning, together they could burn hotter than the dwarven forges." The Northman stated before shovelling another heaping spoonful of food into his mouth before continuing. "Celossiel is the one who gave me the rune.. I spent days trying to figure out if it was some elf-magic that she'd meant to track me.. Wicked, that one is. Graceful as the morning dew, and as elegant as the rain over the mountains. She is as beautiful as she is dangerous.. As gentle as a raindrop and fearsome as if she was a raging tempest." He brushed a finger over the rune, cleaning some of the dust from it. Looking over to Bremehn who had paused, fork near his mouth with a brow furrowed simply staring at the north man.
"Dunno if I've ever heard words like that from a North-man." Bremehn stated with, yet again a mouth full of food. "Keep them to yourself if you wish to continue to hear on your own accord." Ioranir replied, staring at him from bedraggled grey locks that hung haphazardly upon his head, dragging his spoon across his neck before giving a smirk.
"So why do you travel alone? Where these companions and why, do you travel to the northern lands yet again? Were you not up there some weeks back?" The mercenary inquired, leaning back and placing the plate upon the ground beside him before folding his arms across his chest and looking over the Northman carefully.
"I go to meet with the chieftains of the other tribes, or head to one of the other villages. I wish to ask permission to rebuild my clan.. They left me alive, and I cannot help but feel as though I should bring them honor and glory by continuing onwards. I feel as though if I leave their names behind and simply go about my ways, then its a disgrace to those whom came before me." Ioranir said as he stood up, placing the plate upon the sand beside him and started to stretch with numerous grunts and various noises.
Bremehn simply sat in the sand, nodding slowly to himself and running a hand over his shorn face. "I can understand that lad, just be safe. You know how dangerous those roads are and humans aren't the only thing that walk them."
The Northling laughed as he slung his pack over his shoulder and gave a simple nod before placing a hand upon his chest and giving a bow of his head. "I shall be. Safety to you as well and may the sun be at your back. This is my journey, to find my totem. The wilds with either deem me worthy of life or take me from this world for being weak. I will remember you well, Bremehn and thank you for your hospitality."
