"Yes, my brother needs a healer," Sigefrid confirms. "Which is what I told the stubborn man several times on the way here." Unlike his brother, the ranger wears a metal breastplate. A longsword and spiked shield are strapped to his back. "We were fleeing the witches' vengeance when we made a bargain with the fey to escape. Baldur and I fell through a portal and arrived here, but the treacherous faerie closed the gate before our sister could come through. I pray to Erastil that she was able to find some other means of getting to safety and did not fall prey to the fey's cruel whims."
"Begging your pardon," Sigefrid says as he steps forward to where Celebeth and Garethane are speaking. "My brother and I are only recently arrived in this place, but we are eager to learn more about it and get in the good graces of those in charge. If you need help in learning about the man with the hateful words, we would volunteer our services. I am Sigefrid, and my brother is Baldur." The burly Ulfen man gestures to his companion.
Sigefrid searches about for any sign of the portal that brought the pair to this place. "Damn! Never trust a fey!" he growls, kicking at the dirt and frustration. "I fear that was a one-way trip, brother. We will have to pray that our sister can take care of herself until we find a way back to her." He turns to survey the area. "We are a long way from Irrisen. Let us try to find a settlement and learn more of where we have arrived." Belatedly, he notices Baldur's hand. "Brother! You are injured!" |