Bramblepoint godless and free

It didn't sound like an ideal situation. He wasn't eager to trust any of these wolves - and actually, wanted to dissuade the girl from following them as well, but it was really none of his business what she got up to. Saving damsels in distress wasn't part of his repertoire anymore. Njal had followed warriors of varying type throughout his life; he'd been the king of his own castle once, and now.. He had somehow been reduced to this.

The old man seemed to need more time to make his decision. He turned away from the others while Rosalyn was speaking, and did not turn around even though he felt eyes upon him. When silence briefly flourished, he glanced at the dark woman and then gave a shrug of his shoulders. No words. Perhaps he was being too cautious. There wasn't time to be fickle with winter approaching.

"Fine." He grumbled, shooting his look over at the Russian.