Scarburg Meadhall

[Groin Redbeard]

As Cnebba, Garmund, and Javan’s faces lit up with excitement Erbrand began to feel at ease. His stuttering stopped and he began to describe the games in their full grandeur. When Cnebba and Garmund rushed off for their arrows, Erbrand watched them dutifully do their job, but his gaze soon shifted to Javan

"You boys were gone for a long time today.” he stated, “was anything the wrong?”

“Yes, we had some things that needed to be worked on.”

Erbrand caught the sound of tension in the boys voice when he spoke. He didn’t want to pry into the matter too deeply, the boys should handle their own affairs, but he felt as if he should say something to the kid in the few moments of solitude that they had left.

“Don’t let it get to you, Cnebba and Garmund a still young. Besides, lord Eodwine has thought you fit to train these boys and you have gained back the trust of many in Scarburg.”

Erbrand regretted those last words, as Javan gave him a wounded look that he had seen in animals before they died. Immediately, he remembered the fire that Javan started, and although Erbrand was not there at the time, he had heard the subject repeated by many with a less than favorable opinion of Javan. The mentioning of him losing peoples trust might have caused Javan to remember the cause of it.

They he had not meant it like that he feared that the boy might. Words stuck in Erbrand’s throat as he tried to say something to refute what he had said. Erbrand stayed quite hoping that Javan would speak first.