Some time later two men were walking into the forest, they had riveted chainmail that hung off of their shoulders and a wooden round shield on their back accompanied by a sword that hung off their waist.
``Hphm. .`` The first man did an exhausted sigh of annoyance.
His buddy looked at him and said ``What's wrong, Arne?`` His voice rough.
The first man named Arne took a second to respond and said to him, ``We lost many good men in today's battle, Bo . . . I don't see how we might recoup the losses of today.`` His voice was soft and sounded like a teenager.
The second man named Bo shrugged and said `` At least they get to drink and dine in the heavens.`` he paused before saying `` We are at all means lucky, that we were leant aid from the neighboring town lord."
Arne nodded his head in agreement.``We were able to encircle the knights, and force them to push off land. . . Yet we still lost to many.``
They walked in silence after that, looking around the forest and making small talk to each other.
Until Arne stopped and looked to the side followed by his friend, Arne began to walk off to the side and his friend went to stop him but then saw what he was looking at.
``It seems we've found ourselves a coward.`` Arne recognized the mans clothing. He looked at his friend, and said this harshly.
Bo nodded his head `` Mhm,we could've used people like him during the battle Arne as at least fodder. . .`` He walked closer to Folke who had dried blood on his clothes and a bunch of flies flying around him.
he then walked closer and realized that the man was Folke ``It's Folke.`` Bo said to his friend.
``Really?`` He scratched his head before taking a look at his face ``it is!``
``Mhm. It seems like he couldn't take the heat of battle. . .`` Bo looked at folke's body.
``He's dead, I guess we take his head as proof of findings?`` He looked at his friend in an expectant tone.