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Firefoot · 02-04-2011, 12:35 PM

Léof didn’t like this one bit. First Hilderinc, who seemed hardly to esteem him, Léof, at all, had approached him and Quin in search of the man whom they had seen bodily thrown from the hall. It had seemed rather sneaky of him; why would not one of Faramund’s men, who would have known where to find the man, have come after him, unless Faramund did not want him found?

And now suddenly the hall was teeming with activity. Many unfamiliar men – Faramund’s men – had come out, and they seemed too heavily armed for normal daily activity – even Léof could see that. And they had all headed for the stables, presumably to get their horses. Léof hoped desperately that there would not be fighting, but if there was he supposed that all of the Scarburg horses ought to be in one place. He took the two that he was holding and lead them back to where the rest were tied.

Another thought occurred to him: what if some of Faramund’s men decided to come and either steal or loose the Scarburg horses? He was only one person, unarmed and somewhat less bulky than most soldiers; he would make a rather poor guard. He looked around for Crowhair, but he was nowhere to be seen. Léof quickly counted the horses to make sure he had not made off with any of them; he had not. Well, that was something; for the briefest moment Léof had wondered if he had made up that entire story to trick him and that he had intended to steal the horses all along. No; there had been a certain earnestness in his face and in the way he stood. But he was gone now, and so Léof had no allies, and no one to tell him what to do or what was happening. He was not even sure that Crowhair would be on his side; perhaps he would feel some duty to his lord, even if he was a poor one, and that might well be proper.

But what now was he to do? One of the horses stamped and snorted nervously. Well, if someone did come to harm the horses, Léof would be of little good against them on foot. He swiftly untied and mounted his own horse; at least now he would have some advantage of height, and if someone tried to scatter the horses, he would now have some hope of trying to round them up.

02-04-2011, 12:35 PM	#916
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Léof didn’t like this one bit. First Hilderinc, who seemed hardly to esteem him, Léof, at all, had approached him and Quin in search of the man whom they had seen bodily thrown from the hall. It had seemed rather sneaky of him; why would not one of Faramund’s men, who would have known where to find the man, have come after him, unless Faramund did not want him found? And now suddenly the hall was teeming with activity. Many unfamiliar men – Faramund’s men – had come out, and they seemed too heavily armed for normal daily activity – even Léof could see that. And they had all headed for the stables, presumably to get their horses. Léof hoped desperately that there would not be fighting, but if there was he supposed that all of the Scarburg horses ought to be in one place. He took the two that he was holding and lead them back to where the rest were tied. Another thought occurred to him: what if some of Faramund’s men decided to come and either steal or loose the Scarburg horses? He was only one person, unarmed and somewhat less bulky than most soldiers; he would make a rather poor guard. He looked around for Crowhair, but he was nowhere to be seen. Léof quickly counted the horses to make sure he had not made off with any of them; he had not. Well, that was something; for the briefest moment Léof had wondered if he had made up that entire story to trick him and that he had intended to steal the horses all along. No; there had been a certain earnestness in his face and in the way he stood. But he was gone now, and so Léof had no allies, and no one to tell him what to do or what was happening. He was not even sure that Crowhair would be on his side; perhaps he would feel some duty to his lord, even if he was a poor one, and that might well be proper. But what now was he to do? One of the horses stamped and snorted nervously. Well, if someone did come to harm the horses, Léof would be of little good against them on foot. He swiftly untied and mounted his own horse; at least now he would have some advantage of height, and if someone tried to scatter the horses, he would now have some hope of trying to round them up.