Seeing the pale looks on Penelope and Vale's faces, however, they could tell at a glance that they bore burdensome news.
They had come back, just as dark was beginning to properly fall. The men were already engaging in their meal. They'd been sharing a rowdy enough conversation, and even Thornhand had looked to be enjoying himself, as he sat at the table along with them.
Only Brutus was absent from the occasion, but even without his translations, Thornhand had seemed to enjoy the laughs of his guests well enough, in the place of actual conversation. He was the first to give voice to the question that was on all of their tongues.
"My goodness, Lady Farseer, you look as if you've just seen Ingolsol himself. Whatever has happened?"
His hand was already set to shaking, and he was unable to stop himself from going from the sword that remained permanently on his belt as of late. His fear of bandits was as strong as such fears came, it seemed.
