Deorcred

MEAD-HALL OF SNOWBOURNE / DAY
 

Régnwald cocked his head in enthusiasm to the elderly man, Folcbrand named ''A pleasure.'' and he added ''So yer a farmer. Then I shall say I used to be one of the spear-armed horsemen that patrolled your farmsteads a few years back.'' he nodded to Saewaru in thanks and slightly moved to the right to make space for her beside him.

Régnwald peered through the red dusk. Heavy-shod hooves left great marks in the ground as the armoured beast carried it's burden toward the foot of the cliffs; albeit 'twas not the renowned horse of the warrior, but a destrier that belonged to one of his fallen kin. His eyes wandered soundlessly whilst the horse pawed at the ground impatiently. Soon his eyes landed upon the elderly man, Inrweald, bowing at a slight.