Reputation And Silver

Rowena pov

I was pulled up from the hole and carried like a princess like in the stories mother told me before they came. He was taller than his father and had a nasty scar just under his eye socket. Even then it couldn't hide charming eyes blue hat like the ocean.

"I am no lord I am just a village boy just like you Rowena, facing the same hardships and attacks from these monsters" there was sadness and anger on his face as he was placed atop a horse. I gripped the saddle and we rode off towards Wessex he says. That was far from Northumbria and safer.

"You don't speak much Rowena, are u feeling any better also the body in your home were those....your parents" he is hesitant to speak but I just nodded while only thinking of my past.

I was a village girl who was married off and humped by a man I do not love but my father explain that is my purpose as a young lady.

I argued with my father and ran away from home but I was found and beaten by my father.

Then the sound of screaming came I smelt smoke and lastly heard the begging of my father.

I quickly hid into a hole I dug to hide from my father now used against the people that are killing the villagers.

Now I'm here walking beside a boy my age who experienced the loss of a father but I do not mourn for mine for he deserves death.

We made it to Mercia and the only people we've encountered were looters and merchants.

only 10 days passed and I've gotten used to his presence near me it almost feels warm as well.

One night just before reaching London I walked up to Withermund his name was.

"Can you teach me swordcraft I want to be able to protect myself and fight alongside you"

All he did was ignore me I turned around to lay down.

"I cannot teach you yet we must reach London once we've received my mother then I'll make sure you've killed someone by the end of that day," he says still looking down towards the fire while the rabbits cook in it.

I lay down on the fur we acquired from animals on our journey. I no longer wear a dress but a tunic and gambeson with chainmail over and a scabbard where my sword lays. It's Withermund's father's sword he gifted me he no longer wants it saying it reminded him of his death.

Morning came and we rode off. We reached London and waited at the gates while many villagers and peasants yell and wait at the gate.

3rd person pov

Both rode up to the front of the mess of villagers. Withermund showed the seal of his father's entry seal.

They entered London, Withermund rushed home to see his mother.

He quickly walked into his home to see nothing in the house. Everything he remembers is gone. There was a note though, he grabbed and went to request a meeting with a priest.

" my dear son if you are reading this it means that I have left this world, do not try and bury my body for I am too far for you to reach me, you always dr Ames big my son now fulfill your dreams even though I'll never be there" tell your father I'm sorry"

He placed the letter down and sadly sat has down on a stool he looked towards the only girl left in the room. He was ready for war even it means he must kneel.

"I need men Rowena so we must collect the silver my father should have left an inheritance for me at the smithy, head there and grab the silver hidden in a chest under the wooden floorboards" she nods and leaves.

He sat down and was reminiscing about his past. Rowena came back with a chest. He grabbed and counted the silver in it. around 60 pounds of silver. He decided to head to the nearest tavern.

Reaching a bustling street he reaches an inn in London. he pushes open the door seeing many people mostly men with swords and maids servings drinks.

He walked to the middle of the room and slammed his chest full onto the table and everything in the room went silent.

" who here can use a sword" he shouts.

people turn to him. A sturdy man with a heavy beard stands turning to Withermund and 6 people behind him stand with him. They all had swords or cleavers.

"Why are you here boy," he says with his arm placed on the hilt of his sword. Withermund turn to him being tall he had to lower his head a bit.

"I need men, good men that can kill a man," he says staring at the bearded man. The man stared at him but his eyes turns towards the chest on the table.

"what's in the chest," he asked Withermund wondering.

"Silver for you and your men and more men I am expecting for you to recruit," he tells the man while contemplating his next move, he needs an Intel on danish raiding parties hoping he can satisfy this bitter taste in his mouth.

"click"

the sound of the chest opening shows silver for the eye can see. The six men behind the leader shined.

"do we have a deal sir" Withermund announced.

"Robert the name sir and I can get more men but my final question is why do you need men" Robert questions.

Withermund answers his question explaining his blight as they walked out pub they headed towards the stables to grabs their horses. One goal was In mind for Withermund. They rode to every major city in England and managed to gather 60 men and 10 women. News spread quickly of a Warband roaming the lands of East Anglia and Northumbria. They all wanted one thing.

REPUTATION AND SILVER