The Rescue Party

[Flex]

"Fuck those bastards," Walton growled, turning away from the face. "They can count themselves lucky if there are too many of them for us to take."

[The Flint]

Domeric didn't add any words of bravado. He wasn't feeling particularly brave at the moment. Instead he was sort of wondering what he'd gotten them into.

[The Smith]

The trail continued toward the north, so they began to follow it. The day passed slowy as they followed the trail, and soon they realized night was failing.

[Flex]

"We'd best set up camp," Walton said, studying the surroundings. "Maybe have one of us skirt the surroundings before we do though."

[The Flint]

"Seems a wise suggest Walton," Domeric admitted, "I'll go take a look, if you'll get these others here prepared." With that Domeric strode forward, hand on sword hilt, as he began to scout the area surrounding the proposed campsite.

[Flex]

Walton nodded and turned to the other men, giving quick instructions to set up camp and keep alert.

[The Smith]

Back at the campsite a man walked in with his hands held up at his shoulders, "Hello friends, please don't kill me." The man's only garments were a cloak made of many different animals furs, and the dried skins of wolves.

[Flex]

Walton's left hand immediately went to his sword but his right signaled for his brothers to remain back. "Hold it there or we'll gut you," He warned the man, eying him up. "Who are you?"

[The Smith]

"I be Hearst Hunterseye." He said calmly, "And yourself is being?"

[Flex]

"A man of the Nightswatch, wildling," Walton replied, drawing his blade. "Now you'd best talk quickly or we'll cut your head off. What are you doing here?"

[The Smith]

The Wildling laughed, "A fuckin black blood stumbles into my fucking home and demands why I am there... fuck you."

[Flex]

"One last chance," Walton said, giving the man a dark smile. "Tell me about the killings. Those wildlings that were murdered. The ones with their heads nailed to trees. Who did that?"

[The Smith]

Hearst raised his furry eyebrow, "I was planning on asking you the same. I have found two faces nailed to trees, what is that?"

[Flex]

"Those men came through here. Your "home"." Walton replied, sword remaining in his hand. "You must have seen them."

[The Smith]

"Are these men the ones skinning peoples faces?" He asked.