Elfmar

It was hard trying to fall asleep in Faldham’s Mead Hall. 

I had found a quieter corner, away from the guards and the few folk still at the table. It was long since dark outside, and their talking was past the earlier merriment and banter of the place, falling into more mundane concerns, and the odd joke. 

We both looked to Elfmar, speaking with one of his men. His back was partly turned towards the door, so though he had likely heard our footsteps, he hadn’t yet seen us. I paused.

“So will you want to use the sword or your new staff first? You will have to choose one or the other, and be clear in your mind about which you will reach for if we are endangered,” Waelden said in general conversation.