Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

Goormr looked on at the building flames with an air of casual approval about him. He cast his glance around the area, wondering if there was a distance to the working. If so, they likely couldn't be far. His eyes tracked along the ground, seeing only trees. Trees... Yrsa paced the ground, not far from her Jarl, but knowing that she was far mroe likely to be able to pick out any potential foes. She'd been widely regarded for her tracking skills. There were a multitude of footprints heading into the grotto, and that was obvious. But she was starting ot pick out a set of smaller tracks, likelt a woman or child. She cocked her head as she saw them leading away from the grotto. She strained her ears, picking out a sound that didn't belong. The sound of the fire faded as she concentrated, pushing the sound of steps from her fellow warriors, until she could tell what it was. A voice. And it was coming from above her. She drew in a breath to call out, when she heard Goormr call out an alarm. The flames had abruptly guttered and went out, causing no few shouts of alarm. A warrior staggered, having been leaning on the barrier. Goormr gave a shout to call everyone back to attention, before he spied a form hitting the ground close to Yrsa. The woman arrested her instinct of either jabbing out her spear or slamming the heavy shield into the newly landed person. A raised hand was all that was needed to arrest the momentum of the warriors, giving this foreign woman a chance to make herself better known. Yrsa adjusted the grip on her spear. There was a...scent on the air, one she'd not voluntarily been near in a long time. The Seidrman at the village had this scent about his hut, one that she associated with workings and the power of the Gods at work. Most didn't pick it up, but Yrsa spent too long in scouting details to not be able to rely on her nose. When the woman spoke, Yrsa twitched, almost reacting violently. The language wasn't one she followed, for all she knew the woman was trying a working on her Jarl! Goormr didn't react as Rowena began to speak. It wasn't that he didn't care, but he was concentrating on her words. They were..strange to him, but familiar as well. Something that he had known from long agao, his mind recalling the words that apparently those from distant Rome had used. He had not met such men himself, but he had learned of them, spent time with some who claimed they had met such people. And as it turned out, they hbave actually been hoenst, for these words were phrased differently, but clearly enough that he could make them out. Not a Seidrman then. A Volur. How fascinating. Goormr said in his own tongue before turned back to Yrsa. Take Hrothulf and check the grotto, see what we have in there. The woman stared at Rowena a long moment, as though considering disobeying orders, but then pulled her spear back up to a rest position, and walked away, waving one of hte men near them to folow her inot the now opened path. You now, you ask me for favours. Sparing hte lives of those within. Why should I grant such a request to you? He asked Rowena dircetly in a more gutterally accented, broken version of the tongue she's used.