Langhold

The next evening, the men of Stangard hold a feast to welcome Seregrían better and show their gratitude for her aid. The feast, though spare due to the deprivations of Sithric, still makes the mead hall ring with laughter and song, glad sounds that have been missed of late.

A sigh of relief was heard in the convoy from Langhold when they saw the pendants of Harwick fly in the wind. The sight of the golden hauberk on a field of green meant safety. Earwulfa looked at the convoy that fled her hometown of Langhold and wondered what has become of those left behind. Were they still to meet the attackers? Were they fighting? Or was the fighting allready done? And if so, was Langhold victorious or had it fallen? Earwulfa looked at the convoy of refugees. The old, the young and the weak she thought. And the women of course.

Wold - Undeep Watch 

It was a nice cool silent evening. The starry decoration of the night sky was veiled by the thick smoke coming behind the hill yonder. The grass on the slope was swaying gently to the rythm of the breeze.