Eodwine, Falco, Harreld, and Garreth
Eodwine momentarily smirked at Degas' fine string of words. He raised his sword.
"If you be Rand," Eodwine said, "we know what manner of man you be. You are not welcome here, outlaw. Leave before it goes badly for you. We will not let you have the lass Gudryn, upon our lives."
"Aye," said Falco, raising a short sword none of the others had seen until now.
Harreld and Garreth said nothing, but moved around one to each side of the man Rand, there weapons raised. This Rand was a big man, bigger than the two smiths, but not bigger than both combined.
Rand eyed them each darkly in turn, his huge meaty hands opening and closing as if ready to rip and tear.
"A guard told us of your coming before you broke the door and entered, and he is off to the Golden Hall for more guards. They will be on their way. You will soon be face with large numbers and taken captive to the king's judgement. One last time we say to you," Eodwine raised his voice, "leave before you give new cause for judgement. Now!"
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