Dragoncrest Cliffs we can never go back, we can only go on and on

i am super laze today and don't feel like translating so assume that everything Eske speaks is in Trigedasleng. lol. :p

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There was slight surprise to the rise of Eske’s brow when Tirgatao admitted that she was not close to the Commander and that she had spoken of her by name simply out of her uncertainty on if Drageda’s Heda was the same one. For a brief moment Eske’s mind flashed to the Fos Goufa she had briefly met. There was none to take Heda’s place if anything should befall her and render her incapable of leading …or worse. As to Eske’s understanding the only Fos Goufa they’d had, had left shortly after her arrival within the clan. This was undeniably strange to the Gona but it truly wasn’t any of her business nor did it concern her (even though, technically, it did as Drageda would be in trouble if anything happened to Thuringwethil with none to take her place). “We were lucky,” Eske remarked simply on the matter of escaping the ruin that had been the place of her birth.

“Eske kom Drakru.” Eske gave her name, wondering how upset her mother would be if she knew that she had long since shed the Lodbrok name. It didn’t much matter as Gyda wasn’t around anymore and Eske no longer wanted to be associated with her (believed to be) traitorous siblings whom all, as far as she was aware, still carried the Lodbrok name. “I will call for Heda.” She assured the pallid woman before she tipped her head back and let out a summons for @Thuringwethil to either accept or deny the woman. When it to accepting or denying potential joiners that job fell to Heda.

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