Haesteinn laid still in the shrubbery, paying attention closely to the small encampment and the treeline behind it. For a moment, he thought he saw movement among the trees. A man? Was his mind fooling him? If Eira didn't notice then perhaps his mind was fooling him indeed. Eira noted that there'd be many inside - perhaps true. But these were brigands. Haesteinn doubted that they got by on staying in that little palisade. He didn't pay mind to Eira, more occupied with the fortress ahead of him. 'Fortress.' The place seemed to be falling apart. Why hadn't the lord of Murkran cleaned this bunch up? [i]“Perhaps.”[/i] he simply added, looking carefully at the guard on the tower. 

He could die - quietly. Eira could shoot him and then they could approach the palisade without raising alarm. It made sense in his head, that much was sure. Genseric added his own little comment - it wasn't worth much. For a nobleman, he was silent. Haesteinn had expected him to raise his voice and immediately betray their position. Noblemen had little tact, that much he had learned from lord Jachsen in the Barren Hall. [i]“These are brigands - outlaws and cowards. They'll likely run at first sight of a real sword. And their status means that they likely are out right now, holding up peasants or something of the sort.”[/i] 

While Eira had made a good estimation of the camp, she was new to the south. Haesteinn, however, was not. In fact he knew little of the North apart from the few trips he'd made there. It was for that reason that, even though he understood Eira, he was unable to answer her using the correct norse words. The language was little more than a dialect - exchanging a few words for more old words, but it was a tricky language. It was therefore for the best interest of the others that Haesteinn had little to no talent in his own vocabulary of the dialect. But because Eira was new to the south she didn't seem to understand that these men in the camp were likely not even present. They'd return at nightfall, most likely. All that was left behind would be a skeleton crew. At least.. that was Haesteinn's estimation.

[i]“I would suggest we try and get closer. You want to impress me, and by extent Terryn?”[/i] he said as he gestured towards the fortifications. [i]“A chance has presented itself. My only concern..”[/i] His eyes would focus on Ellinor, the midwife. She would be in danger, and would barely be armed. [i]“My only concern is that we lose our cook and healer.”[/i] He could tell her to wait here while they did their business - and that'd be the safest approach to it all. Perhaps for the best. 

[i]“So Ellinor, you must stay here. Eira, Jahan and ser knight shall come with me. As soon as Eira can take down the guard, we will creep up to the wall and we shall help eachother climb over it. Eira, you'll be last in. Move low, and stay close to eachother.”[/i] His words sounded final, and it seemed that he was intent on going in, either with his party or without them. As soon as the rest had gotten ready he'd inch forwards, moving low to the ground through the tall swamp-grass that reached nearly up to his waist. The ground made some wet noises as he stepped in it, clearly muddy, but at least they weren't chest-deep into the waters. As soon as Eira had taken the shot on the guard, the party would speed up and reach the palisade walls. 

Haesteinn's hushed voice spoke again. [i]“Knight, Jahan, offer me your hands. I'll climb onto the wall and take a quick look. Then I'll get you guys in. Hurry.”[/i] The words used made it sound like a question, but the tone sounded like an order. Haesteinn softly wondered if the knight was used to it - more than likely he wasn't. And now that they had reached the wall, he wondered if they could really climb the wall.. Jahan and Eira were light - especially Eira. But the knight was clad in armor.. they'd have to see. If push came to shove, Haesteinn could go look for another entrance. And if that couldn't happen, then he'd simply clamber out again and they'd go away.

Meanwhile over at Ellinor, soft footsteps would approach from behind her. They made soft squishing noises as they came through the mud. Slowly the metal sound of a knife being drawn was heard, a possible warning to Ellinor as to what was approaching her.