[*Varda*]

Having eaten a large meal of the bread, cheese, and beef, Ros leaned back in her chair, her hair falling over her eyes that were closed for a moment. She was then hastily awakened by a loud bang, saw the door swinging open, and a short, balding man hurried in, looking around before rushing over to Barak.

There was a brief conversation between the two men, and Rosanna listened attentively, her hazel eyes widening as she heard of the horse coming back, yet her spirits dropped slightly as she realised they would be leaving so soon, back into the coldness of the winter snow. Hiding this, she turned her attention back to Barak, in time to hear his final question;

“Suggestions, observations, or questions? Bear in mind that the storm is probably keeping whoever ambushed the riders in the area for the moment.”

The table was silent. Ros paused a moment, then asked a question.

“Wouldn’t it be a sensible idea to ask around the area a little? Discreetly, of course, but it could help us to get some kind of picture of what these attackers look like.”