[Esgallhugwen]

It had been a long day and it was about to become an even longer night, Rand was coming and they would all pay dearly for it. What have I led these people into? she questioned herself sadly, glancing from face to face as they rushed to see preparations made before the brigands arrival.

She searched the closet where she had found her beautiful clothes, perhaps they had left something else behind, something that could be used, she rummaged under the clothes and something pricked her finger, "ouch!", she grumbled under her breath and pulled the nippy object out.

A small dagger, as if meant for a child's play sword was now held within her hand, and the maker wasn't stingy on the craftsmanship. Two interwined horses reared upwards along the hilt with their silver heads merging out as the guard.

She had no time to admire it's make further, a dreadful pounding came at the door. She jumped and bolted back towards Saeryn moving their chairs backwards in order to hide behind the back rests.

A bloodied man was allowed entry, what a sorry sight, this was not Rand, but the sight of him only made Gudryn more tense. Is he close? My gut tells me he nears.

The twins were soon upon him and would have no better killed him were it not for Eodwine and his cautious manner. Yet, somehow through his ragged appearance he looked familiar...

Gudryn poked her head over the chair "What has happened? Wha..what has happened to you m'Lord?" she asked hesitantly taking pity if he had faced the wrath of Rand and yet wonder and awe that he had survived.

Gudryn turned to Saeryn as she asked in a whisper, "This man... is he your brother?", Gudryn's face slackened with a frown and she gave Saeryn's hand a little squeeze, "No, not mine Lady Saeryn, but yours, your twin brother."

She tried to smile reassuringly, placing the small dagger in her lap. "We had no idea what had happened to him when we found that you had fallen, I'm glad to see he is alive, he could be another piece to your puzzle, can you remember anything?".