Fryor woke in a haze with a slight shutter he pick out some hay from his hair and brushed it off his clothing. He had slept in this horse pen for a day or two in exchange for labor in the fields Fryor's back and hands ached Fyror was a warrior his whole life so slaving in the fields was a long call from his old life. "Alas this is my lot in life now to walk this land until my shameful death brings this chapter shut" he said in a hushed tone.
the former Viking stood up slowly he brushed off the hay that clung to his tunic and trousers "well i think i have worn my welcome a long overdue" he said as he pushed open the gate closing it behind himself he walked the dirt path out into the cobble road. Ahead lay the road to a large city Fyror had never been to it before most of his time here was spent raiding the coast with his Kin.
He started his stride down the road a meager coin pouch weighed little on his waist. "well i hope this place is kinder to my folk than the villages i've passed i'd like to not lose my head this day" he joked to himself.
the former Viking stood up slowly he brushed off the hay that clung to his tunic and trousers "well i think i have worn my welcome a long overdue" he said as he pushed open the gate closing it behind himself he walked the dirt path out into the cobble road. Ahead lay the road to a large city Fyror had never been to it before most of his time here was spent raiding the coast with his Kin.
He started his stride down the road a meager coin pouch weighed little on his waist. "well i hope this place is kinder to my folk than the villages i've passed i'd like to not lose my head this day" he joked to himself.