Cynebur

It was so long ago when she have met Regnwald, he was sperewigend also, just joined the first eored, while she already rode few seasons with eored of Wold. She took time to teach each of the folawigends what she knew, some disliked that woman is there to teach them, but it was best way to learn when woman with shield is victorious over man in the dust. They all learned fast, it was time when goblins were hungry cause of long winter as well their wolves. In that winter they rode to the high valleys of the Mark defending the farms and small steads.

Régnwald walked to a high ground to better see the settled camp in the cave, looking toward the loose collection of tents until he spotted Cynebur. First he hesitated to approach, but then he broke that quiet ''You couldn't sleep just like me?'' his pale eyes brimmed with the air of an answer already known.

Hondscioh lightly shook the shield he held close as he left the cave, he cursed under his fiery beard, before reverting. "Helm's hairy balls, if it is still bloody raining." and he spared a moment to look skyward, seeing its cloudy but no sign of rain, it made him give a sigh of relief, striding forward to river as he watched the two training sperewigends with the edge of his gaze, warily

Régnwald grunted, his armour matching it with a groan. Leaning forward, but not so much to leave the warmth of the spot he had settled on, he stirred the pot that hung from it's tripod above a weak fire. The flame, nestled in it's firepit, sent smoke in tendrils, snaking about the cauldron.

Werendor stepped outside, soon surprised by a couple of children who seemed to have followed him. He turns to them to scold them, with the few words he can muster in Rohirric and urge them to get back inside.

Cynebur stayed alerted while keeping guard at inner side of the cave, her shield was limply held with left arm and her other hand was resting on hilt of her sword. Shieldmaiden kept her eyes closed as if she was resting while standing.