Aodhred

Today in Stangard was no different than the other, pain, rumors and qualms had taken the townsfolk between its arms, even for a summer day, it was a day of grief. The guard in the tower frowned slightly as his trained ears picked up the thudding of hooves coming beyond, some fifteen riders, a boy, and a man dragged by the brown-stallion.

''Open the gate!''

The Eorlings rode up to the great tower, a strong, high, stone structure with banners of Eorlsmead hanging from its heavy walls. They were obviously impressed. Those who did not join the search for the boy had arrived hours ago, and the men had built their tents and fires around the stone tower that rose high above the sky as the darkness was falling.

One of the horsemen that traveled with the search party, who is named Aodhred broke the silence that had engulfed them meanwhile Régnwald slowed the company to a halt.