"So it has come to this. The night before starting our journey to Eorlsmead..."
Régnwald sat in his room in the upstairs of Mead hall. The map rolled out in front of him and only lighted up by the stump of a candle. The path he had chosen for his kinsmen to travel upon was not one without danger, neither did he believe that many of them were as prepared as he would have wished them to be. Nevertheless the decision had been made, and they were departing at the break of dawn.
