Helstor

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?

The light of a nearby candle illuminated the small cave. The walls were smooth and blackened from the large fires that once burned in here before its current occupant made his stay in Helstor. A couple of tomes laid scattered on a table in the middle of the room. Two figures were standing around the table. One pleased, the other not pleased. "Are you even aware of what you brought before me?" Asked the older man while looking up at the tall Eorling. "You tasked us with recovering dusty old books and look before you!