Vidkun Trost:Gathering Firewood

As the night fell queitly the two men walked slowly while picking up what small bits of dried wood they could. Dressed in full armor, swords sheathed but in hand, sheilds strapped on their backs but ready to go in a moments notice, the pair did not seem like the usual forest folk gathering tinder.

"Vidkun." Blain said, once they were a few dozen paces from the others. "I have been meaning to ask you about Valeria. If you don't mind?"

Raising an eyebrow, Vidkun smiled. "Valeria? You may always ask anything, my friend. However, do not expect me to know anything. Especially when it involves females."

Vidkuns rolling "R" and the odd stress he gave on verbs reminded Blain that the other man, as kindred in spirit as he seemed to be, was a product of another place and another level of society. Yet Blain had known Vidkun for several days now; they had adventured together, fought together, and Blain had seen the fire in Vidkun's eyes when battle was to be joined. As different as a southern noble like Vidkun might be, they were kindred spirits in war.

Smiling, Blain answered. "I am more thinking of one female, as named, and your perceptions...and feelings about her. She seems to have caught your attention, Vidkun."

Vidkun flushed. "It is so obvious?