Ruscbald

T'was a long night in Stangard, night before a battle and the Mead-hall of the village was full with bold-hearted Eorlings, from son to father and warrior to herdsman. They were invited by Dryhten. Bards were singing their songs of war and ancestors and playing on gilded lyres. The tables were lined with food and the pig roast turned over the pit, its juices falling into the fire with a sizzle. There was people sitting, standing, in corners and among the open spaces. Not a single space was empty.

It was a rather nice day at Stangard, or at least it would have been... had a body not been found at the edge of the market place. Master healer, Leofbryt had been called in and Régnwald was at training with the warriors. Which was why morning would find Ruscbald and Vanora crouched next to master healer as he carefully examined the body on the ground.