Faerhild

​Faerhild stepped down the stairs with heavy feet, halting to stand in front of the bars. She stared through them at the shadows of the jail for a long while, silent in her thoughts. Although eventually she would speak with a loud enough voice, "Could you come closer? I need a word with each of you."

Gydgar peered from his corner, "Come to hear my voice again is it?" He grinned, before reaching to one of the bars and pulling himself upright with a yawn and a rub of his hands.

((Past described from the point of view of my character, Seaxwyrd might recall this differently.))

FORLAW / JAIL / DAY

​Zaiweyn entered the jail, eventually, after disarming herself to the guards and leaving all suspicious items to their care. Carrying nothing but her clothes, the woman approached the bars, just staring at the folk inside.

Gydgar sat on top one of the barrels he had tipped over to create a seat, tapping his boot against the metal rim circling the wood with a smile on his face. His knuckles were still a bit bloody from the beating he had given to Seaxwyrd.

The Reeve nodded, keeping his eyes on the war-band, and giving not a speck of glance to the Witan at his flank. "You fought in the siege in Stangard ...or so is supposed. You haven't shown the courage to stand and protect till death as in ways of our kin...''