Eorling Mead Hall

[Firefoot]

Léof really had not accomplished very much since Gárwine had taken the Dunlending inside – he was too distracted. He glanced around the stable and saw a few things that could be done but nothing that he absolutely needed to do at that precise moment. He would return later… after he had heard the news, and after he had found a bite to eat. Despite the large breakfast, a good lunch sounded excellent to him.

Pleased with his decision, he left the stable and entered the mead hall, where he heard the gentle sounds of a harp filling the air. Now even more curious, he stepped closer and realized that it was the Dunlending who played. Léof had certainly missed something here, but he guessed that the Dunlending had been accepted into the Mead Hall by Eodwine, at any rate. He spotted Gárwine standing off to the side, and something was stiff about his stance. Apparently his welcome had not warmed much.

Léof headed towards his friend, hoping Gárwine would fill him in. “What has happened here?” he asked rather quietly. “Have I missed something?” His second question had two possible meanings, though he left it up to Gárwine to decide: he might take it as an extension of the former question, but what Léof was really hoping was that Gárwine might explain to him his apparently instant dislike for the man, a sentiment that Léof could neither wholly understand or, unless given better reason than he had worked out for himself, approve of.