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Bregoware
Was it the comment or the song what had irked them? It mattered not, whatever it had been, he had been ‘rewarded’ with a renewed vote of confidence for his leader role. He sighed and tried to look serious, but deep inside he recalled his dreams and could not help it to smile. They were hardly an eodred, but they were brave enough.
After everyone had saddled up, Osmod nodded his head towards the road and with a silent prayer he started riding again. A moment later he turned around and asked Sythric to ride by his side. “It gets too lonely here ahead of the rest, Master Sythric, and I thought you could entertain me with some good talk. Maybe a story or two, I’m sure riders like yourself must have many of those.” He offered his olive branch without making much fuzz and hoped the rider would take it. Sythric seemed to be a good man after all and his best bet at learning how to defend himself. His newly found desire to be a great, famous commander had nothing to do with it. Not at all.
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