Brothers

Continuation of: Tales of Their Past - Fænge-Nædl

There was a chill in the night air as all the folk were returning to their homes. Many drunk from their drinking, and everyone else weary from their reveling. The dim lamps shone yellow upon the dirt paths and only two figures remained out that night. They stood side by side upon the path before the Mead hall, silent, still as statues. 

"My wife gave to me a second son. He was not as strong, nor as brave, nor as fearsome as Meadwine. He was a different boy, I was never as fond of him, but ever did I feel that he loved me more than most. He was truly fond of me, I could tell. Yet many a time did he disappoint me, and I reacted unfairly to him. For this, my son, Aegaldred, I am sorry. And I hope that you succeed in the task that I have given you, for upon your shoulders I put a heavy burden.

I arrived to the Bree-lands a few days ago. I didn't write anything due to the long journey and my thoughts about the War. I arrived to Archet, but it was completely destroyed, so I decided to go to Combe, that's where I am now.

I haven't got any news of Astnuir. Maybe he's in the north, fighting, or maybe not. I'll try to gather some warriors to find him faster, and fight the enemy together. That's what i'll do today.