The continued adventures of not Vikings

[Gwain Von Griswald]

Gwains falls to his knees in horror. "H--how? How could this have happened?" he pleads. "We took the fort, we killed their beasts, we slew their lich, who could have done this? Vengence didn't deserve this. It's, it's not fair..." Tears roll down Gwain's cheek , forming small pools of darkness in the blood soaked floor beneath him.

He glances towards the bare soldier and the hard truth suddenly dawns on him. "The fucker... I knew there was something off about that soldier we passed." Gwain jumps to his feet. "Whoever this assassin is, they're disguised as one of our own and we let them walk right past us. If we don't find them soon, Lord Griswald, nay, the king himself could be in danger. Treachery, with me! We need to act fast, but first--" Gwain frowns in disgust as he reaches for the dead soldiers body "--I know this is wrong, but the hounds will need a scent to track him by and his underwear is the only article left." With the soldier's only remaining clothing in hand, Gwain speeds towards the door. "Come, Vengeance's burial will have to wait. We have a killer to catch."