Aelfnod

"This is taking too long. I'll wager we're two days behind at this point."

Aelfnod sat in the wagon looking sullen and irritable. His handsome features were twisted and pinched in frustration as he gnawed on a hunk of salted pork. 

"Aye," came the reply from Aldwyn, the gargantuan and much less handsome man beside him. 

Aldwyn's head was pounding softly by the time he reached the wagon. They had tucked it carefully among a thick stand of young sapling trees, and it was well hidden from the Road. The darkness of night was still heavy, and he heard Aelfnod stirring before he saw him.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" Aelfnod grunted, stumbling down from atop the wagon. His boots hit the forest floor with a heavy thud.