Riddermark

It was a long ride. A hard, long ride. Southward, through known lands first, then less known lands, and eventually finds herself at the doors of the Dwarrowdelf, discussing with the dwarves about the old contract they had with Irwthryth. Good man, luckily he kept contact with these folks, so she will be able to pass, and with some escort, through the dreaded mines.

"My wife gave to me a second son. He was not as strong, nor as brave, nor as fearsome as Meadwine. He was a different boy, I was never as fond of him, but ever did I feel that he loved me more than most. He was truly fond of me, I could tell. Yet many a time did he disappoint me, and I reacted unfairly to him. For this, my son, Aegaldred, I am sorry. And I hope that you succeed in the task that I have given you, for upon your shoulders I put a heavy burden.

When Redwick and Therwen had made their way to Snowbourn the had sun had begun setting behind the mountains, the skies with orange and beautiful; few clouds flew above them and the skies were almost clear. 

Redwick stood at the stables checking the quiver of arrows that was strapped onto Goldwine, it held a little over ten arrows and this fared well for Redwick, for he had another quiver strapped to his back.

Dig, dig, dig, for elves a grave!
For over mead, we'll soon rant and rave.

Dig, dig, dig, for elves to rest!
Dig, dig, and rest they shall!

This tale dates back to a few weeks before Awiergan's birth. His father was Ræsgan, and his mother was Fægwyn, both of them lived happily in a warm home within the solid walls of Snowbourn, strong was the love they had for each other and never did it seem to dim, even when they were parted by short distance or many leagues away.

O Wandering Minstrel from wherever you roam,

Come back again and warm hearts far away from home.