At Faramund's hall
Lord Athanar looked at the foolery and felt his blood pressure rising. He was pressing the reins so hard his knuckles turned white. But he managed to keep himself more or less calm.
"Let's start with you behaving like a lord should!" He said in a commanding voice.
"Get my men something to eat and drink, like a lord should honour any guests, not to speak their eorl. And we Faramund... we should talk." He made a short pause.
"Speaking of which... I'd like to see your father Friduhelm as well. I'd like to meet that old war-horse. It's been a while our paths have crossed." With that he unmounted his horse and set his helmet on the knob of the saddle. "And something for the horses..."
Thornden had followed lord Athanar and had unmounted too.
Coen looked at his lord questioningly, but Athanar just wawed to him to stay mounted with the men until it was settled.
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