Two women argued by the campfire and large pot, one had bowl with fish soup in it, and other one was trying to pull it away from her. Fish soup, with nothing in it but few roots and six fishes was served to feed more then thirty hungry people. Their bellies were more filled with water then anything else, and people started to scorn each other if someone got a larger chunk of the fish meat or bigger portion.
Cynebur watched from distance, corner of the cave where she slept, doubting should she go there and separate them. Luckly another older woman, with more silver in her hair then gold, stepped in and with calming whisper she soothed the aggrivation and sudden hatred provoked with hunger.
Shieldmaiden turns away her look, unable to look further into deprivation of mood and strength of proud people of the Mark. She knew, she was hungry for many times, tired so much her limbs couldnt move, but they were pushed by the will of her captain.
Few more hours of night and they will step outside and wait for the fires set to pull attention from river Limlight and refugees. Regnwald and three willing riders set out deep into land now crawled by Easterlings and goblins, to suicide mission on wich she was not permitted to go. Oh how she hated him in that moment, it was hers to go, her idea. - No you stay with people, you know path trough High Knolls better. - he told her in moments after.
And now they wait. She got up, already packed few of her belongings, her shield and traveling bag she carried when fleeing Stangard. No one had much, and many lost everything they got.
She waited outside with few fyrds and riders. Time passed so slowly, while all of them stared into the starless night, seeking for flame of hope.
