Neverwinter Forest can't take my history

the beckon of his Hárkonungr was met with haste. the bundle of medicinal plants and herbs he'd collected before the sun had full found it's spot in the sky now forgotten and tucked away into his personal cache. limbs groaning in protest that would fall upon deaf ears as he hobbles toward the heart of forneskja. 

eyes of silver drifting upward to find the man standing proud and strong, as he always tends to do. cicero does not speak, only bows his head in acknowledgment as he takes a seat. awaiting to hear the words of their leader, while trying to not look so obvious to the fact he was searching the crowd for the saxon man.