Snowbourn

When Redwick and Therwen had made their way to Snowbourn the had sun had begun setting behind the mountains, the skies with orange and beautiful; few clouds flew above them and the skies were almost clear. 

That evening Red had made his way home finding himself weary of his work. When he had come down the street to his home in Snowbourn he noticed that there was a cart with several boxes piled upon it behind the little house. He was silent and his mood somewhat grim and perhaps he sought a bit of solitude. He checked over his shoulders to see if anyone was watching before he climbed onto the cart and carelessly scaled the boxes.

Being in Snowbourn again meant that Redwick had to find some sort of work to aid the folk of Snowbourn and to ensure that he and Therwen were fed. He loathed the thought of spending many boring hours in a tower with naught to do, and so he shunned that duty which he once had and turned to working on a farm as a guardsman.

Redwick sat upon the throne in Edoras and then he knew that he was king of the Riddermark. All the folk of Edoras came to greet him and gift him with more mead than any man could drink in his entire life time; lords came from distant realms and they too gifted Redwick with the finest mead from their homes and this greatly pleased Redwick.

After his brief meeting with the guardsman before the northern gates of Snowbourn Redwick had gone to the only place where thought that he would find peace, or rather his own perception of peacce: The tavern. There he got himself a drink of mead and sat alone at a table, not seeking to draw the attention of others for he did not wish it. His fingers wrapped around his mug and he stared into his drink silently, a hard solemn look coming unto his features. It was though all his troubles have just returned to bother him again and he could not merely cast it aside.

Upon a morning within the cold winter Redwick had found himself unable to think of all that had suddenly escalated so swiftly in his life. He felt a fearsome chill tickle through his body but this was not the chill of winter, he was anxious and sought for counsel which he would not ask for. For the counsel he desired was upon a matter that he had wished to be kept secret or scarcely spoken among those whom it would not concern.