Wulfreda

Hidden under cloak and hood, with sharp curved daggers in hand we arrived at the town of Snowbourn. For ten minutes we hid behind rocks and trees. Waiting patiently for the thanes men to continue their party at the mead hall.
Loud drunks, that is what they were this evening.. just as we had expected.
They placed a single guard at the town gate this evening.
As most of the men attended the celebrations at the mead hall.

Oh, Ullas.. such a stubborn lad... a shame that he had to tear his own intestines out to end his suffering... after we sliced his stomach open from side to side.
We did free him, as promised.. but this was most likely not what he had in mind.
We feared a burial site might have been discovered, thus we fed him to the wolves.

In the end, I was right. Endure enough torture, and you'll talk..

A while has passed now, since I met up with Lady Wulfreda and promised to help her. Our first priority was to get her away from the town of Snowbourn, because we both felt that if we where to ever find the truth about her husbands death, and if it where true that the thane was hiding something.. we wouldn't want her to be so vulnerable.

Tidhelm walked away of the group. The snow crisped under his boots. If Daellas and Wulfreda's ill timed words were not the end of the group at this moment than it would be the cowardly behaviour of Regnwald, Tidhelm thought to himself. As the old noble walked into the small woods close to the camp, the voices of the others started to become nothing more than mutterings in the distance. Tidhelm looked around for a moment before saying out loud: "You can come out now!" A few moments passed and nothing happened. Tidhelm walked over to a nearby stump and took his seat on it.

We are close now. There lie the dreaded mountains, the shadow of the last attempt still clouds my mind. I hope I wont hold up the rest once we enter the snow, my leg still is not what it should be. The horse ride with this company was pleasant, though I know I am not the most cheery member so far. Wulfreda... she is leading this company with ease and succeeds at it, without any of my help. I know, I am very proud of her as I should. She shines bright in her efforts, but at the same time, it strengthens the darkness that lie over my previous efforts.

Daellas is the second son of Argath, though at young age Daellas knew he was not his most favorite son. Argath his first born Eorath always had most attention and got the better training. Argath was a well known rider of Snowbourne at his time and was often away for long periods of time. Daellas never had the chance to get to know his father well as he died together with his eldest son when he was young. Still, Daellas believes his father expects he is responsible to continue his bloodline and restore the glory of his legacy.

My head still hurts from the party we had yesterday. We had such a great time at that lodge. Dancing, drinking and all that, but this is not what I wish to write about in this journal. I sure was glad to see Tidhelm Icwalsteng and his lovely daugther Eaden again, both I consider good friends. The discussion I had with the old noble keeps going through my head.  He had thought of a new path that would take us to our homeland. As far as I know we all seek to go to the East Emnet.

A new journal from the market, my old one is lost along with all my other possessions.

Dawn was nearing. Akashpug, the chief of Târ Stazg, rubbed in his eyes and yawned. He looked around his tent. He sniffed in the air and soon a surprised smirk came on his face.  Slowly did he whisper to himself, still sleep disorientated: ''What smells so good? Man flesh?" The Uruk crawled out of his tent and rose up, looking at the sight before him.