Ironically a one handed woman was handthegn of the aldor Harding, though it never set well on her this new duty she was surprised with Aldors words. He seemed weary to speak with her and his eyes were set down on his meal as they ate in grand mead hall of Harwick.
- "I cant do naught about that, it is decision of the King..or those around him." - says and takes a hefty gulp of mead, before casting a glance toward her paler then ever face.
- "Did I do anything that..brought shame to you or the Mark? Did we fail thee?" - she asked after long moments of silence.
- "I don't know who is trying to make fool of myself, mines are of greatest importance! For Eastemnet and the Mark!" - angrily growls the man and hits the table with fist. "Stangard looses many privileges now, and less coin will be sent there and yet it will be expected more of Regnwald."
- "I know i am relived of my duty, but i shall stay there and stand by Dryhten." Cynebur said.
- "No, you are returning to Forlaw as maegtow. And that was not my decision. Though I am glad child that you are still here as ally of those fatefull to the right path." Aldor says and stands up.
- "I shall warn you that there are three men in Stangard that are agents of Edoras, but under whom..I do not know. Warn your friends, and tell them not to fail Eastfold, i feel we are taken for a fools but not the first time that Eastfold will ride in defense of our old ways." - goes to leave then turns back as placing hand on hilt of his grand swords Scofa "In us is blood of north, unforgotten."
Cynebur nods to the man proudly and stands up bowing to him "We shall not fail our ancestors, sir. Stangard will be warned."
