Prelude: Eat, Drink, and be Merry

[Eanwulf]

Trahaeran is neither pleased nor upset by the king's decision. Eus has done what any good king would do. The fact that he risks the lives of his own two sons to do so however, disturbs the aged warrior greatly; though the man's visage shows no signs of it doing so. Fortunately for Eus' children, Trahaeran will have his own son to accompany them. This Trahaeran thought, combined with the powerful magic of two spellcasters, should be more than enough means to ensure a safe return from the land of the Angles.

The large man listens to the king's decision and simply nods. He then bids those around him farewell and goodnight. Clasping Nuallan's shoulder, Trahaeran speaks but a few words before retiring to bed.

"Sleep well my son, for tomorrow we embark upon an epic journey! I would ask you to pray to the gods this night that not only do we succeed, but that the deeds we perform in our king's name shall be the stuff of legend!"

[Muskrat]

Rhedyn nods her head at Eus' words. "That sounds wise, your majesty." Best not to make any decision now, but to wait until they have more details. Rhedyn distrusts the idea of an alliance, but is open to having her mind changed by what she sees when they visit the Angles. She bows to the king, then leaves, going to her own bed to retire for the night.

[Hayabusa]

"Do not worry, father," Nuallan replies with words he rarely speaks so soft before continuing far more confident. "Mayhaps my own name will ring as loudly and widely known as the Iron Bear's when this is over. I will see that this is the last mug of mead then. And maybe that one," he points to another with his own. "And then I will see to rest myself. I will be ready, armed and armoured when the morrow call comes," he nods.

[Eanwulf]

Trahaeran smiles warmly to his son and squeezes the youth's shoulder lovingly. He then silently walks away to retire to his bed for the evening, his mind filled with the thoughts of what perils his group shall face in the days to come.

[Tisben]

My Lord, I shall take my leave of you. You know my heart is not in this but I shall remain loyal to your decision to my dying breath. Sleep well my friend. I bid you farewell.