Fort Raven's Peek, 6:30 A.M.
Jagrid raised his hand, a bloodstained Xiphos was held high, nast black blood was dripping from the tip of it to the handle. There were black bloodstains on Jagrid's armor and helmet as well. The guard by the fort watchtower recognized the figure and shouted to let him know it was safe to keep moving in. Jagrid tiredly lowered his hand and sheathed his Xiphos after wiping it on his thighs.
He looked up at the watchtower guard as he walked by past him, it was Esmond, he smiled happily at the sight of Jagrid. He seemed excited to ask Jagrid of his latest kills, but noticed he was exhausted and not in the best status to chat. Jagrid just waved at him before entering the fort.
It was early morning, some of Heidrek's men were awake, stretching at the corners or lazily drinking mead. Jagrid dropped his huge shield by the entrance he came from, nobody would steal his sword, they were like brothers, it was too heavy anyway.
His thoughts raced to his son and wife back in the empire, they must have missed him now, been a long quite busy months. Jagrid wiped the blood off his helmet so that he could now see better and trudged to the kitchen. Hungry.
"Well Well, dawn hunting have we?" Heidrek remarked as he stirred a huge kettle over the fires, adding ingredients then walking over to the roasted beef.
"It was bloody nasty this one." Jagrid said, leaning on a counter and stealing a root of grape and swallowing a piece by piece,
"Orc?" Heidrek asked, his attention to the soup he was tasting.
"Nah, this was a possessed hermit. It was a bloody strong possession. The bastard's a walking gallon of corrupted blood," Jagrid said, he had finished his grapes and walked out the kitchen, "I am going for a bath."
"A new captain is arriving shortly."
"Then I better make my self less bloody, and more presentable, make my beef extra crispy."
"You didn't say please."
"Please."
Jagrid chuckled then walked into the bathing quarters.
