The winter air bit deep in the cliffside burgh, but stout walls and warm hearths did something to keep the west's harsh winds at bay. Folk busied themselves with everyday labour: the logs were split, cattle driven and linen washed even in times of strife. The man named Hondscioh walked onward with heavy steps, eyes watching the scop-maiden on the wood terrace in silent curiousity.
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Wynwyn
