Aldwulf, Heldór, and Rochil rode slowly in the wagon. It was a long ride. Soon the stopped and let the horses go and obliterate the wagon. Rochil grabbed his bag, and spear from the back. He tied the bag to Rochil but he kept his spear with him. He sat as close as he could to the small fire they had made without getting burned. The night was chill and the fire small. Soon Brytta and Liol would arrive and they would be of again.
“Smell’s like a rain’s coming,” Aldwulf commented smelling the sky. Rochil agreed moving closer to the fire. Brytta and Liol finally joined them and they rode off towards the gap.
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