Andor.
Our journey after the men who attacked my village led us to a small trading village outside Ealdern. It was a place where a small army could stop and get supplies.
Our horses rode into the mud; the natives were not interested that some strangers rode into their town; they just went about their business as usual.
Floki was ahead, so he was the first to jump down from his horse, followed by me, while ivar helped Patrick and Kara down from their horses.
Kara rubbed Patrick's hair and asked. "How old are you?"
"Fourteen," He answered.
Floki and ivar came close to hear the next step we were to take. I scratched my itchy jaw while I spoke. "We'll ask around; a small army couldn't have passed without anyone seeing anything."
Then I turned to Kara and Patrick. "Go into the market and ask vendors you purchase from." I dipped my hands into my pocket and tried to find some pieces of silver.
"Buy what?" kara asked.
