Up north, the witchers had watched and listened to the nightmare looming to the south. It was decided they would not go to war-- it was not their way (or wasn't supposed to be)-- but they would go forth and clean up where they could on the aftermath. Eskel listened restlessly to the stories of destruction from that vast kingdom where he had spent several months recovering from a terrible wound.
Every time he brushed his horse-- now a young, swift and willfull mare-- he remembered the woman he had slept with-- for the first time in so many years-- and wondered if she had ridden to war against the dark. He was certain she must have.
When it was deemed time to do so he took his mare and made straight for the Riddermark. Oh, he stopped now and again to take a contract but he stuck to the long river that led to Rohan.
He searched for the pretty and headstrong soldier and was directed by some baffled and frightened folk to some of the riders. He asked if they knew where he might find the commander Éomer. Some of the riders looked amongst themselves and one burst into nervous laughter.
"Oh, Éomer rides no more, witcher. She sits on her throne now, though I don't envy her with all this mess." And so, still reeling at the notion, he had ridden for Edoras. He supposed, bemused, that this solved the trouble of chasing her around the entire kingdom, though now he knew not what would happen when he did.
He asked around a bit until he found one of the men who had served in her éored. The man seemed vaguely amused by the witcher's return but not so much so he didn't agree to take Eskel to her long after the hour of public audiences has passed...and far from prying eyes who might wonder why a wolf had wondered into their midst in these troubled time.
"Éo-- Majesty, I have a visitor." The rider calls out. "One I think should not...linger in the hall."
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Every time he brushed his horse-- now a young, swift and willfull mare-- he remembered the woman he had slept with-- for the first time in so many years-- and wondered if she had ridden to war against the dark. He was certain she must have.
When it was deemed time to do so he took his mare and made straight for the Riddermark. Oh, he stopped now and again to take a contract but he stuck to the long river that led to Rohan.
He searched for the pretty and headstrong soldier and was directed by some baffled and frightened folk to some of the riders. He asked if they knew where he might find the commander Éomer. Some of the riders looked amongst themselves and one burst into nervous laughter.
"Oh, Éomer rides no more, witcher. She sits on her throne now, though I don't envy her with all this mess." And so, still reeling at the notion, he had ridden for Edoras. He supposed, bemused, that this solved the trouble of chasing her around the entire kingdom, though now he knew not what would happen when he did.
He asked around a bit until he found one of the men who had served in her éored. The man seemed vaguely amused by the witcher's return but not so much so he didn't agree to take Eskel to her long after the hour of public audiences has passed...and far from prying eyes who might wonder why a wolf had wondered into their midst in these troubled time.
"Éo-- Majesty, I have a visitor." The rider calls out. "One I think should not...linger in the hall."