Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

Last from me!

Despite the staccato of her speech, the lass managed to string together a coherent thought. Njord had plenty of patience and listened carefully. It appeared his hunch was correct - the names of her and her family were of a northern tongue.

“Rest easy an’ well, Tullik,” he said softly. “I willnae be far. When my leader returns from her travels I will bring ye tae meet her.”

It was clear the girl was fading fast back into sleep. Njord gave her space and left to stand vigil in the forest beyond.