Vardi has been short on words after the fury of combat, only inquiring if her comrades are well with a pottery jar of heather salve in her hand and praising Skokki quietly for his bravery as she feeds him.
Sometimes the Joturn-kin looks sideways at the captive harbringer, with the air of a child who has met with a monster in the dark from the tales, found them less fearsome than the tales told of, yet is still cautious of what claws might be but sheathed for now.
Indeed, the Lytenwoman's silence is a sign of much thought as she considers what little she knows of Harbringers and their ways, and finds herself without answers, something that troubles her more deeply than she would be easily willing to admit.
So she nods in agreement with keeping them in front of the party at all times, then watches and listens, curiosity tempered by caution, guarding against what she does not know, but feels as if she should.
The enemy knight she treats with polite indifference, seeing him as a threat known of old to the others of the retinue, thus a threat without mystery in their malice. The matter of their current errantry being of their own malice or at the behest of a higher malevolence is one she can offer only a wry guess at.
Vardi offers in a whisper in passing to Ser Almeric "I cannae speak of Albish stipends, but I'd doubt tha' yon ass in armour paid fer those who came with him out of his own purse, nay matter wha' he brays."
She gathers together and searches the bodies of the fallen Harbringers with nervous care under the branches of the nearest large tree to the path, as one thing the tales did oft mention was poison, a danger that she'd rather was not left lying by the roadside for the unwary to find.
OOC: Sorry for being slow in posting. Life happens, and a lot of it all at once this week. @OsinmacCameron: Glad to hear your mum is in recovery.
Also OOC: Perception Check for Vardi while moving/searching bodies of 14.
Vardi has been short on words after the fury of combat, only inquiring if her comrades are well with a pottery jar of heather salve in her hand and praising Skokki quietly for his bravery as she feeds him.
Sometimes the Joturn-kin looks sideways at the captive harbringer, with the air of a child who has met with a monster in the dark from the tales, found them less fearsome than the tales told of, yet is still cautious of what claws might be but sheathed for now.
Indeed, the Lytenwoman's silence is a sign of much thought as she considers what little she knows of Harbringers and their ways, and finds herself without answers, something that troubles her more deeply than she would be easily willing to admit.
So she nods in agreement with keeping them in front of the party at all times, then watches and listens, curiosity tempered by caution, guarding against what she does not know, but feels as if she should.
The enemy knight she treats with polite indifference, seeing him as a threat known of old to the others of the retinue, thus a threat without mystery in their malice. The matter of their current errantry being of their own malice or at the behest of a higher malevolence is one she can offer only a wry guess at.
Vardi offers in a whisper in passing to Ser Almeric "I cannae speak of Albish stipends, but I'd doubt tha' yon ass in armour paid fer those who came with him out of his own purse, nay matter wha' he brays."
She gathers together and searches the bodies of the fallen Harbringers with nervous care under the branches of the nearest large tree to the path, as one thing the tales did oft mention was poison, a danger that she'd rather was not left lying by the roadside for the unwary to find.
OOC: Sorry for being slow in posting. Life happens, and a lot of it all at once this week. @OsinmacCameron: Glad to hear your mum is in recovery.
Also OOC: Perception Check for Vardi while moving/searching bodies of 14.