Riddermark

There they stood, the three of them. Meadwine, Meadowyn and Ægáldred were lined up before their father in the main hall of his house.

Their time in Harwick came to an end and soon the two Riders left and made for the their next destination: Eaworth. Though their journey did not go so easily. For when they crossed the Norcrofts yet again via different routes they found that there were many farms abandoned by the folk and left to defilement by evil orcs. There was little that they could, yet to their fortune there were no orcs to be seen abroad on the plains.

Haedley hurried off through the streets of Harwick, not even noticing that he had forgotten his armour in his witlessness. His mind was a mess and he had not even time to think of it. His mind was now bent onto the worry of what may become of him, and on top of it all he was hungry. His blonde braid was bobbing upon his back and some folk turned to greet him, but he did not notice at all. Then soon he arrived at the path to the Mead Hall and skid into a stop, now calming down and gasping for breaths as he approached. 

It was sunset when two Riders arrived at the gates of Harwick, a man and a woman hailing of Snowbourn. They were tall in stature and mighty, but their faces were weary. When they were halted at the gate they swiftly claimed that they came to speak with Reeve Aldor Harding, sharing news. 

A Torn Woman

They've promised that dreams can come true,
but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.