[i]"I am Alanya, daughter of Burgrave Rochestor. If you're going to Oakhollow, I'll follow. Otherwise this seems to be hello and goodbye."[/i]

Torsten shook the woman’s hand as did his compatriots in turn. “My name is Torsten Meier. Most folks just call me Torsten.” As she shook her friend’s hands, he introduced them to her. “This is Ulf Gunnerson, otherwise known as [i]Wolf[/i].” Wolf was a small wiry man about five and a half feet tall. Although his brown hair was starting to gray already, the man was only thirty three summers in age. His Fu Manchu mustache and beard were peppered with a few gray hairs as well. Wolf simply nodded towards Alanya. He didn’t know what to say.

The second friend stood 6’ 4” tall, with rippling muscles bulging over his arms, legs and chest. He was a very impressive man to look at; handsome to boot. One wout noticed his bleached blonde hair, with his beard in a tight braid dangling off his chin and ending below the top edge of his hauberk. “This jötunn is Njal Osborne or [i]Oz[/i].”

“Nice to make your acquaintance, ma’am,” Oz stammered out.

“We’ll travel with you to Oakhollow,” Torsten responded. Then he looked at Njal. “Oz, would you mind carrying the fat little man?”

“Not a problem, Tors.” Njal tossed the unconscious man over a shoulder like he was a sack of onions. It was no difficulty for the man to carry the smaller man than it would for a horse to carry anyone.

“We are all from Norgard. We have been travelling for several weeks to get here. I guess you could see we are on something of a wanderlust; adventure seekers.” Torsten was concerned that maybe he said too much already. Not everyone has nice thoughts about Norgardian. “So who exactly is your father? I have never heard of Burgrave Rochestor.” Torsten would engage the woman in small talk as they headed through the forest in the direction of the settlement.

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