Jarla

Jarla mulled over the words she'd overheard, though she lacked too much context to know exactly what the peasants were talking about. She was pretty sure you couldn't kill a god though, she was inclined to agree with the speaker that he hadn't been the Drinker.

Trying to move closer to the fire for own warmth she wondered just what she was doing here. Oh the burials were important work and she was sure Adelbert would have approved but she had no connection with the dead here.

She really should have left with the army.



Konigstag, 26th Kaldezeit

Any hopes Jarla might have had that they'd finally be back in civilisation were ground into dust as they crawled along the track. Several times as she rode Countess at barely a trot the highwaywoman, never at her best at times of tedium, found herself tempted to just race off ahead.

But as boring and difficult as it was Elsa and Sieghard and Ludo and Urgrim were her only friends here so she stuck with them, scouting and keeping guard.