Skjalddis

A blizzard thrust snow through the air upon the Misty Mountains, the whistling was harsh and the gust of the wind was like a blast upon any who sought to oppose it’s natural power. “Therwen! Where are you?

Under snow and ice on branches, trough deep snow that fell few days ago, Sigrun was slowly approaching to the group of elks, closest was young doe, careless and stepped far from the others. It took half of a day for huntress to find trail of this magnificent beasts, soft meat, tasty was great for smoking and preserving for days of weak hunt. And hide..soft and desired by wealthy villagers of Firnstayn. 

There came a day when Redwick left the Riddermark and Snowbourn that he was so fond of to return Bree-land where he wished to see his friends and companions once more. Though, what he found was more than what he expected and with Therwen tending to his daughter Erline with all her Redwick often lacked the close companionship he once had with her, though he continued to love her and Erline all the same. For he knew that there were a difference between a lover who is a stout shield-maiden and a mother.

Jarnsalr. The Mead Hall of Tyrgrim, Hofding of the Companions and... also a great brute in her opinion. He had opened the door to each of them much like his welcoming arms, each hand holding a horn of mead to share. She had felt at ease in that Hall and so it was no surprise that she found herself there quite often. 

He was the first to make her feel welcome in a town impregnated by filth and desperation. Bree hadn't given her anything to admire, at least not at first, and she often found herself wondering when she would be taking off again. With a voice as calloused as his hands, he sought her conversation when no one else dared. 

When dawn had come the men and woman of The Mead Company had risen and began their search for the Beorning Mead which they had come to the Misty Mountains in search of. Through cold snow the marched and whilst the morning was still young they had found some wooden wreckage held up in the snow near a frozen lake. They began to dig with their bare hands but they found naught but a corpse. It was then when they had decided to call a vote, to go on in search of their mead or turn back.

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