{Legacy}How are the mighty fallen, part 2

The downwards slope leading from the cave felt cold on Hilde's feet. "Damn that cowled bastard. Who does he think he is!" One of the brigands that said near a close by fire laughed loudly and patted on the floor next to him, looking with almost teary eyes towards the young maiden. Hilde almost threw herself on the ground next to the man she knew as Gyswin. His speech was slurred when he opened his mouth. "Why do you even push yourself on to him? Serve him his drinks and keep his clothing clean, is what I would do for that creep if I was his servant." Hilde pouted her lips and layed her head on the man his shoulder. She muttered her words slow and her tone was a bit whiny: "I just want to see his face. What if he has like a massive scar or a black nose?" Gyswin only erupted in a roar of laughter of laughter that made Hilde frown. Did she said something wrong? "Don't mind Gyswin. He has been drinking for over two hours." Hilde felt a chill running up her spine and she looked at a close by tent where a grizzled, stocky man was sharpening a broadsword with a whetstone. "I did not saw you there, One-eye" Hilse said, stepping up from the drunk next to her to sit near her new eyepatch-wearing conversation partner. "And about our shy leader in his cave," One-eye continued, "Normally a man that has always covered his face for the past few years will not show it to any runaway that we found sneaking near our encampment." Hilde pouted again, almost giving up on this bore but she looked at One-eye for another time, cleaning her throat. "You are with this band longer than most of us. He never took off that odd mask?" The grizzled looking man shook his head, all while cleaning that sword of his. "He knew who he needed to find in Marton, the town where I am from, recruited them, me included, to join on this expedition of his and left for the next town, which was Gapholt if I remember it well enough." Hilde gave a nod and a well timed 'mhh' before One-eye could continue again. "He kept us fed, clothed and sheltered without ever telling one of us his name or ever showing his face. One would call it a bad joke, if he was bad in it but look around you." Hilde tilted his head for a moment and moved her legs so that she sat with her legs crossed. "We need this whole encampment for digging the dirt to collect some dirty vases and dusty old books?" The man before him nodded and added: "And we trained. Many could not even hold a sword in their good hand but now..." Hilde looked at One-eye for a moment, waiting for him to finish. When he did not, Hilde looked behind her to see what distracted her friend. The maiden's jaw fell open when she turned her head around. Three swarthy men wearing crude leather and fur hauberks came walking towards the cave entrance. The one in the middle wore a shaggy beard and some kind of animal skull on his head. They wore large axes and clubs of even poorer craft than their own. The one on the left talked to the middle one but their voices sounded strange and unkind to young Hilde. Yet all of this was not why the maiden's jaw dropped. No, it was because of their skin. Almost brown as the soil they stood on it was. Hilde crawled over the filth towards One-eye, who stopped sharpening his blade and looked with wary eyes towards the visitors. "Who...what are those men?" She murmured. Her eyes stood big and her legs started to tremble slightly. "Those men are Dunlenders. Our boss seems to have visitors."