When the sun set that evening, Einarr was as glad for the end of the day’s labors as he was for the return of their scouts. Lundholm would recover: probably without too much trouble, even, for while Urek had instructed his raiders to do as much damage as possible, they had avoided doing much to the villagers themselves.
Still, the cleanup had been back-breaking and tedious. Erik, rising from his work at the boathouse, inspecting their ships, was the first to spot them. He lifted a big hand high in the air and waved. “What ho! Welcome back!”
That signalled the end of work as surely as the setting sun and everyone made their way to the green to hear from the scouts.
“It’s not an easy road,” Troa warned. “Even without the ships, the way is steep, and the forest presses in on either side.”
“In two separate places…
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