FORLAW / Outside the Reeve's Hall / DUSK
The winter air bit deep in the cliff-side burgh, but stout walls and warm hearths did something to keep the west's harsh winds at bay. Folk busied themselves with everyday labour, logs were split, cattle driven and linen washed even in times of strife. The leader of the war-band sat, gazing at his armoured feet that swayed slightly from the edge of the stone fence.
'Gydgar, where are the rest?' soon he demanded.
