Beowulf was not himself. Even as he was forced to leave the premises of the palace and even its surroundings -- thanks to the head guard -- he hung around just at the border of the Yidal Kingdom. Oh, how patient he was for the guards that had waited for several hours to make sure that he didn't return. If they knew how persistent and headstrong Beowulf Sandulf was, they would have waited for way longer than that.
Stealthily, Beowulf crept back to the place that marked Yidal's territory, which was some miles away from their own border. It was nighttime now -- the darkest time of the night which people said was just before dawn. There was no breeze this particular night and the leaves only rustled slightly disguising the movement that Beowulf was making. He was glad about that just in case there were any guards left hanging around to upset the plans that he had.
