Sigfread

Sigfread would be sitting at the table working on a map. Next, to him stands a plate with some dried pork meat on it. he occasionally takes a piece from the meat

Luinor lets his arms fall down to his sides as he looks at Atharan. He hooks his thumbs under his belt and offers a single, slight nod to him to indicate he was listening and ready.
Turchiron smiles at her best he can, His mood still not quite improved, He turns and makes his way back to the large group.
Turchiron folds his arms and fidgets around slightly, kicking around some gravel lightly beneath his feet as he waits.

Sigfread says, 'Stand up...'
Sigfread shifts in his emotion. He appears to be somewhat angry perhaps. It is not quite sure
Hithfaerwen did so, letting out a small sigh. She turned to face him, showing the familar face, the green-grey eye, and the scar on the right side of her face. It ran from her hairline to her jaw, covering her eye, which was a pale white. She forgoes the eyepatch.
Sigfread says, 'So... What game is this? Whom sends you?'

Blisters and sore feet made up most of the third day. Sigfread lectured her about needing to be able to make decisions quickly after she took her time deciding on which path in Evendim to take. She ended up picking the path leading over the hills. Something was mentioned about needing to be able to climb mountains often and this was the practice she needed.

After a few hours of walking, Lieta was happy for the camp by the Brandywine. The past few days, she had been sparring or fighting those with better skill. She was sore and plagued with headaches from losing. When they stopped at the river, she was quick to head towards the water and strip down to her undergarments for a quick dip. The cold water was relief to her bruises and sores from walking. Where the ranger took off to, she didn’t know, but she assumed he was getting sleep. It didn’t matter.

After a long day and after managing to solve an issue with Gaeded and Athlenah Fiontann managed to invade the Barracks, after having them give hands or kiss or whatever they do when people make up.

The band had set out from Bree after meeting at the Mess Hall, Fiontann explained to them that they were going out in the fields to train in real conditions. "Many have big mouths, it's time to see what they have." he said and sent everyone outside to get on their horses.