Howling. He had heard it too that night, and for all his jests, Thorvall had pulled the hide blanket tight about him.
Dawn was still a ways off, and sleep seemingly had no wish to embrace the Oathlord, and so he walked the ramparts of the makeshift fortress. 

Word-fame they hoarded in heaps, even now it lays glittering about them. A name that will wear out the tongues of men in it's telling. Sometimes a name is not enough to leave behind though. Sometimes we leave our friends in the earth, a mark of our deeds. 

Do you spread joy, or seek to annoy?

Diddle-liddle-dee! My, you are free!

Tick of the clock or click of the tongue?

Tick-click-tock! Just a bit of fun!

Sweet as nectar, nay, you are better!

Diddle-liddle-dee! Fly off like a bee!

Stomp of the foot or beat of a drum?

The Dragon Queen, in Bazylan,

Enthroned beneath the olive tree,

In gardens where the waters ran

And East-man's eye looked far and free.

From thence she struck, and justice dealt

To Westron's folly by the sea.

Before the East's upturning, by

The red eye and the silver tree.

The Dragon Queen, in Atalak,

The city of the golden street,

He did not imagine that winter in the south could ever be harsher as what he had faced in his homelands. For in the Vales he was faced with brisk mountain winds and scarcity of food to sate hungry bellies; here he was met also with the cruelty of Men. Brunleik had been unprepared for the sudden snowfall overnight, and so he decided to make way once the sun had risen higher to warm the air. 

Aeshaeidr stirs from her sleep with a gasp and a shiver, the winter cold of Dunland seeping in through her tent and forcing her to rouse. She ushers herself out of the tent with a grunt, pulling her fur cloak tighter over her shoulders. The cold is unnatural; it is unlike the cold of home, the cold of Wildermore. This is frigid with fear, of the uncertainty in where she is and what she is doing. 

The Orcs came to our lands, and we fought them hand to hand, 

Sweat and blood, turned the ground to mud. 

Dwarf and Orc in strife, sought to vanquish every life, when the hammer falls! 

“Into them! Borri, take the left flank, strike them down! Baruk Khazâd!” 

“Khazâd ai-mênu!”