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After lord Eodwine had broken the news Stigend had took to himself and wandered around the encampment finally finding a seat from a stump and setting down just to sit and think.
It was an honour indeed to have been chosen as one responsible for the works while lord Eodwine was gone. But it was also a burden he was a bit afraid to take. It was not that he didn't think he wouldn't be competent. He was assured enough of his skils and ability to supervise the kind of tasks there were to be completed in the next few days. But the fact that he would need to command also those who were not builders themselves, to take authority over the soldiers for example, was something he didn't feel comfortable over. He could always consult Thornden to be sure but it stil bothered him.
Cheers and shouts from the site brought him back to the here and now. The games... He rose up and walked hurriedly to the camp just when Eodwine was about to give a speech.
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