Hengist

Hengist, still annoyed at the outcome of the day's encounter, chimed in from where he was keeping watch, not looking at the rest of the group. This divine sustenance is the gift from Baldur. The gods have smiled on we three, much as Odin has on Oliana, in granting her his Knowledge of the runecasting, or Thor has on the Huskarl, allowing him to keep we warriors fighting. Clearly, our group is well-blessed, though the Norns have woven for us a tapestry of guts, bone, and hard fighting. Perhaps we must further prove our worth...

Hengist drifts back off into silence.