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Undómë · 04-09-2006, 05:38 PM

Rædwald

‘Hmmmm . . . well, it smells good.’ Rædwald picked up an oatcake gingerly between thumb and forefinger, juggling it quickly from hand to hand as he blew on it. ‘Hot, too!’ he added, grinning at the three cooks. He took a bite of the cake, one of the ones Brand had made and chewed on it thoughtfully. ‘Not bad, not bad,’ he said, nodding his head at Brand. ‘I think you’ve held up the honor of us Men of the Mark!’ He winked at Meghan as he turned the oatcake round for a closer inspection. ‘And not a sign that it’s been burnt to be seen.’

Rædwald took his battered helmet and wiped it clean with his shirttail. He piled the oatcakes in it and brought them to the gathering group near the fire. The deer had been cooking on the spit for a while and the spices that had been put on it gave it a tasty, enticing smell. The hungrier of the group had already begun shaving off the outside layers and greedily downing the hot, savory meat.

He cut a good long strip for himself and sat down on the ground close to where Meghan had plopped herself down. Brand he noted sat near also. Have to keep an eye on that young cur….. he thought to himself.

‘It’s a passable and pleasant company, don’t you think?’ he offered to no one in particular. ‘And now that we’ve all seen none of us is the enemy, I was just thinking perhaps we should all ride along together. What do you think? Strength in numbers, as they say. Or in a grimmer reflection, we have more chance of at least part of us . . . even one of us . . . reaching the King’s Hall with our dire report . . .’

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Meghan

For her part, Meghan sat quiet, waiting for someone to give their thoughts first. She liked these Wulfhamers, and really did not want their brief meeting to end. And surely they could go just as quickly with the addition of these new friends as they could by themselves.

She looked over to where Incana sat . . . there seemed something so familiar about her as she caught the woman’s profile. Her eyes flicked toward where Brand sat and flicked away just as quickly.

04-09-2006, 05:38 PM	#287
Undómë Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 400	Rædwald ‘Hmmmm . . . well, it smells good.’ Rædwald picked up an oatcake gingerly between thumb and forefinger, juggling it quickly from hand to hand as he blew on it. ‘Hot, too!’ he added, grinning at the three cooks. He took a bite of the cake, one of the ones Brand had made and chewed on it thoughtfully. ‘Not bad, not bad,’ he said, nodding his head at Brand. ‘I think you’ve held up the honor of us Men of the Mark!’ He winked at Meghan as he turned the oatcake round for a closer inspection. ‘And not a sign that it’s been burnt to be seen.’ Rædwald took his battered helmet and wiped it clean with his shirttail. He piled the oatcakes in it and brought them to the gathering group near the fire. The deer had been cooking on the spit for a while and the spices that had been put on it gave it a tasty, enticing smell. The hungrier of the group had already begun shaving off the outside layers and greedily downing the hot, savory meat. He cut a good long strip for himself and sat down on the ground close to where Meghan had plopped herself down. Brand he noted sat near also. Have to keep an eye on that young cur….. he thought to himself. ‘It’s a passable and pleasant company, don’t you think?’ he offered to no one in particular. ‘And now that we’ve all seen none of us is the enemy, I was just thinking perhaps we should all ride along together. What do you think? Strength in numbers, as they say. Or in a grimmer reflection, we have more chance of at least part of us . . . even one of us . . . reaching the King’s Hall with our dire report . . .’ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Meghan* For her part, Meghan sat quiet, waiting for someone to give their thoughts first. She liked these Wulfhamers, and really did not want their brief meeting to end. And surely they could go just as quickly with the addition of these new friends as they could by themselves. She looked over to where Incana sat . . . there seemed something so familiar about her as she caught the woman’s profile. Her eyes flicked toward where Brand sat and flicked away just as quickly. Last edited by Undómë; 04-09-2006 at 05:47 PM.