Scarburg Meadhall

[Groin Redbeard]

Lithor stood with Iomhair for a few moments watching Balvir leave. She looked to be at least half his age; yet, despite this she was not uncomfortable around strangers.

"Do you ride?" He asked abruptly when the silence became disagreeable.

Iomhair looked as if she was about to bust with excitement. Lithor wasted no time and led her at a brisk pace to the stables. His horse was awake, anxious to know what the cause of the excitement was. When Lithor was saddling his horse, the thought occurred to him that it would be highly improper for him to ride with an unmarried girl young enough to be his daughter; however, he hated the thought of leaving her behind or letting an outsider ride off with his horse.

"Tell me, lady: can you ride alone?" He was surprised to hear her confirmation of the question. He did not expect a northern lady to know how to ride. Nevertheless, Lithor trusted her word and hesitantly handed the reigns over. Besides, she won't go running off with my horse when we have all of her belongings here.

"Just follow the other riders. If you get close enough catch the rider with the lady in blue."

With a genuine smile of thanks Iomhair slowly started to a full gallop after the riders.

Lithor watched his horse slowly fade into the night air. "A lady who can read and write, also ride. Wherever she was raised it can't be all that bad. She will fit in well here."