they had been raucous travellers. now the spark for wandering had all but left the young northerner eager to find fulfillment in something else.
i will spar,he agreed gruffly in his heavily accented voice.
to try his body, to hone it, to find the footing of a warrior in dawnbreak -- it was a heavy step in the direction he wished to be.
this time, when he blinked, it was to warm his face with a little grin.
men ikke en nem kamp, vel?torgar asked, eyes again moving between the pair.
he could give them no good showing if they gave him any ease.




