Commander Seoca of Etheburg walked her over the bridge that needed many repairs, the man was tall and imposing even for an Eorling, and very tired of this place as he said. Cynebur watched him walk, under heavy burden of chainmail and hauberk with ease. His eyes were wise yet smile toothless, as he leaned on the fence of the crossing bridge over wide yet shallow Langflood.
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