[center][h3]Yngvarr Agmundsson[/h3]
Location: Border between Skagastrond and Bellara[/center][hr]

The man with the red mane was tired. Very tired. It wasn't just because he had been travelling for more than ten hours since this morning or because he had been repeating this for days, but he was also mentally exhausted. The day was bright, but his spirit was dark. These damn raiders! If it had not been for them, he would never have felt any need to do what he was doing right now.

The way he was going on wasn't the main road. He had deliberately decided not to use that because, if he was honest to himself, he was afraid. What if he was attacked a second time ? He couldn't rule out this, random things did happen, even or especially if they were bad ones. Yngvarr just hoped that using a more remote route that was seldomly used by traders or more noble persons would reduce the likelihood of such a double event.

The incline was steep and his feet were sore. His horse was sweating like he did, though it was only loaded with his supplies. Yngvarr didn't posess a real map of the area, he was just hoping that the distances from one village to the other were short enough for not having to rest under the open sky. So far, his gamble had worked, but he was less and less sure that it would continue to do so as he currently couldn't see any end of this terrain.