Hrothstan

Régnwald blinked rapidly as the dim light, broken only by the two large fire pits at the hall's center, took over from light. At his first step, he gazed into the heavy gloom above the rafters. Carved Mearas reared, nostrils wide, their hooves kicking the open air. They looked down on the war-band, their eyes lit from the pale flame beneath. The Eorling watched them in silent solemnity.