[h3][color=9e0b0f]Herleif Felman Brynjar[/color][/h3]
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	His eyes opened slowly, his consciousness immediately noticing the difference in texture on his back. He had fallen asleep on a straw mat, which had done little to defend him from the icy cold, yet upon awakening he felt the strong support of wooden planks with a comforting warmth surrounding him. As the grogginess of his slumber quickly dissipated, he stood to his full stature, towering over the warriors before him. He could tell by the weight on his shoulders and hips that he had retained every piece of his armour, and a quick movement of his hands confirmed that his axes had not left his person either. It did however seem that he had lost the rest of his personal armoury, likely because he hadn't kept them while he slept. 

	He had woken early enough to hear the conversation between the man and the toad, and had stood after the toad left.
[color=black]"He seems to be of the same tree as the English Nobles. Cowardly, conniving men of little value."[/color]
He observed outloud, his deep voice rumbling like the ocean before a storm.
[color=black]"Why have you brought us here, Warlock? Surely you had warriors aside from us to challenge him."[/color]
He asked calmly, addressing the long-haired man before him.