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Awilred spoke ''You called for me?''

​The sudden warmth of the last few days had ebbed. The expectation of renewed winter hardened Régnwald's resolve. The sound of clinking iron nets heralded the Horselord's arrival till he stood near the man, glancing a beat. ''Yes, my byrnie is battered and worn, It needs a good smith's wit for the repair.'' he let his head hang for a moment, eyeing the man as his words sunk in.

Nelnardis tried not to look at the two boys rattling the door of her cell. They kept speaking in Rohirric, seemingly trying to get her attention.

“Maybe she only understands Westron,” one finally said in the common tongue.

Nelnardis didn’t go back to sleep. She couldn’t. Not while Thendryt was still out there on his own. She stared across the empty fields around the farm where Bovad and rider had disappeared into the distance. He must have known they wouldn’t go after him until dawn. He knew he would have the entire night for his personal errands.