Eira saw a few figures rustling about in the camp. People were making normal conversations, walking about, setting up camp. They seemed to be getting comfortable. She wondered how these [b]suðrœn[/b] could be so comfortable on the ground in their little tents. Were they not worried about the [b]dýr[/b] that stalked these lands? Beasts carried like a man, but true feral at heart. "Fascinating," she said to herself, "perhaps they only attack us from the north? Would be typical of these [b]suðrœn[/b], only targeting us." While she knew this not to be true, old resentment still stayed strong. "They fight each other just as much as they fight us, just as much as we fight each other."

She looked further into the camp and saw a figure walking out towards their encampment with a sure stride. Looked like he was on a mission. She mused as to what it could be. Empty the latrines? Tell that supper was served? Eira chuckled as she thought about the possibilities as he strode up to another man and then briskly walked off again.

As his voice resounded in the camp she recognised the voice. "Stein?" she peeled her eyes and saw a figure she remembered. She had not seen him for a number of years though. Eira nimbly made her way down from the tree and walked over to where he was standing. She smiled, a true smile, for the first time in a very long time. It was her [b]bróðir[/b], or at least the closest she would ever come to having one.

She chuckled quietly as he gave his speech, always been straight to the point that man. After been given the command she put her fist into her palm and bowed slightly. She had accepted him as the commander, but only because she knew him from before, mostly because she knew his father. Eira more than likely owed her life to Sigurd, so she would do what she could to take care of Stein.

Eira started following after Stein, looking for an opportunity to talk to him. She wanted to talk to him about his father, give her his condolences. She had not been given the opportunity though. 

As they made their way through the woods, Eira groaned, they were making way too much noise. Just as she was about to point it out she saw that Stein had stopped. She tracked his gaze, readying her bow and noticed the smoke in the distance. 

Her instincts started taking over and she fell almost flat against the ground and stalked closer, making as little noise as possible. Eira avoided any tree trunks and instead stuck to bushes and fallen branches to not stand out from the terrain. When the question came Eira had been observing the camp for a little while.

"From the size of the camp there should at least be six, and up to twelve," she said with a thick northern accent and started drawing a crude map in the dirt. "There should at least be two which rotate the watch," she pointed towards the watchtower. "And a building and palisade of that size can house up to twelve, possibly more." She looked at Stein for confirmation before continuing. "If they keep single bunks, six, double, twelve, if they sleep on the floor as well, count even more."

Eira gave off a slightly nervous feeling. "My suggestion is that we either avoid them, or go back for help." 

She looked at Stein's face and spoke in the language of the north. "Without knowing more, death awaits us all. It's suicide if we attack them without knowing their numbers. While I'm confident that I can take out the watch without them noticing, but it's a fool's quest to attack."