((This is another point of view, from the NPC named O, I role played in a small event regarding the life of Wealden and Yllfas characters. Its written fast and from memory, so I apology in advance if I missed some crucial elements or made up things that did not happen. - Visit the chronicles this story is attached to, to get an full account.))
The door SLAMS open and a monstrous large man appear in the doorway, blocking the light from the outside and cast a long dark shadow that fills up the room.
Standing there, surveying the room infuriated, I address those intruders who are within the room with a loud voice: “REGH! What are you two duvodiads doing at my farm, and what have you done to my hired help? Speak quickly or face my ire!” I put my left hand on the dagger tucked in the belt on my left side and lean my body into a position, ready to attack at the slightest provocation.
In front of me there is an old gafr.. a grey old man, who did not hesitate to accept my challenge and shouts that I should get out. His bravado is matched by his quick thinking, where he picks up a small knife from the table near him. He also brings himself into a defensive position, using his body as a shield between me and the other person in the room, a female he obvious wants to protect. The female reeks of herbs, and I quickly assume she is a gwrach, a damn hag, using her potions to get the sway over the old grey goat, now trying to protect her. What man, what warrior, weaken himself or position himself in danger because of a female? I’m in no doubt that I’m facing an experienced warrior, but he is past his prime and easy meat, weaken by his need to protect the cursed gwarch.
I approach them both grinning, looking forward to the violence and what fun I will have with the gwarch, when the old goat is cold on the floor. “Did you not hear me, you old gafr? I asked you a question. You better answer or you will get a taste of my dagger.” The old man did not back down, whispering to the female something I could not hear, but moves towards me, replying, “I told you to GET OUT!” Noticing that both of them moved together towards my right side and towards the room on my right side, it's obvious they are worried for something in there. Most likely a child. This was getting better and better.
I decide to even up the odds in my favor and feed their fear. Chuckling to the other man's reply and his challenge telling me to leave, I gave a short sharp whistle. Within a few second, a dark menacing beast of a dog enters the room and take up a position on my right side, baring his teeth and growls against the old man and his female. Lets see how you handle this gray gafr! You cannot protect both yourself and and your family. The female clearly despair seeing my beast entering, but she reacts fast and hurling herself towards the other room and toss a spear to the old man. How did she managed to get the spear without me noticing it? That was sloppy from my side, but I never have backed down from a challenge. I give another sharp whistle, another tune to it, telling the beast to attack and it leaps into action, while I draw both my daggers and launch myself towards to the old man, to get close and make his spear useless in these close quarters.
The female and the child becomes busy battling the beast in the other room, while the old man is back paddling towards the same room, trying to get a space between us and work the spear. He jabs it against me, but I easily parry it with the dagger in my left hand and moves closer, then follow up with a quick roundhouse kick towards the old man’s face. The man is quick and barely avoids the full force of my kick, but he stumbles backward and I toss the dagger I have in my right hand into his left shoulder. That ought to do it and I smiles in delight when the female shouts out in fear for the grey gafr.
Then they finally show the true strength of their people, despairing but still fighting, the hag stabs and kill my beast who already have been hit by an arrow. Who had a bow? In my confusion and ignoring the old man as a threat, he surprise me with another jab with the spear and it penetrates my armor and flesh. I retreat a few steps and see the grey warrior holds his grounds. The poison on my blade is not working fast enough and I can bleed out, if I don't tend to the wound. It's a stalemate!
Deciding to play it safe, I retreat out of the house telling them I will be back and the next time I will burn the farm down and them within it! They let me go of course, since the old gafr is weakening of the poison wound I had inflicted upon him and only the gwrach might save him, if she starts working fast. But I was not done yet, knowing how precious the horses are to these forgoils, these strawheads, I decided to take one as a spoil of this fight. Riding away in the dark and towards safety, I laugh out loud thinking on how hey will react, when they learn I would slaughter the horse and eat it out of spite.
The revenge would be mine. The farm will burn, the horses killed and feasted upon, and the old gafr will bleed to death in front of the hag, which in turn would be passed around to all my men each night for the the years to come. And the child would be set to hard labour, until it comes of age and then suffer the same fate as the hag. These rohirrims should never have settled in my ancestors land, which is rightfully ours. I have sworn to kill as many as I can, before I pass to my ancestors halls and this forgoil family is next!
