Alfred is trying hide from Beornaraed his body's need to breath hard after that brawl. As they were walking he runs his arm across his mouth to wipe the blood away. Apparently he bled more than he thought he did. "Beornaraed these skirmishes are important. These men need to learn how to fight and to fight well. I was their age when we went to war for the King and if you weren't ready to fight you'd die, or worse." He would never say it out loud but aside from training his men with these morning "rituals" he just loved the violence to get him going for the day. Pummeling that kid just got his blood going the right way. Alfred always respected Beornaraed but he could never quite figure out why. Perhaps it's because of the humanness in his second that Alfred suspects he himself had lost a long time ago. "The men needs to get stronger," he says to Beornaraed, "maybe have them lift large rocks or something." They get to his horse and Alfred turns to Beornaraed to say, "Lord Banweald and I are supposed to have our weekly visit tomorrow. This indeed must be important. I had better be off quickly." He jumps on his steed and as he rides off he yells, "Keep your ears open towards the going on about town, I want us to be ready if something happens!" He rides speedily that he almost runs over a man. Alfred screams at him, "Get out of the way fool! Or I'll have your head next time I see you." He finally arrives by the entrance Celnaer Manor grabs Beadu and quickly goes in to see Lord Banweald standing there and pondering intently. "My Lord, you wanted an audience with me?" he asks.