219 CCXIX. The Unhappy Disclosure

"Yes, yes! It's her! Where is she? Is she here in Skjegg or on any mission? I need to know, I can't wait any longer" Dag replied, resting his arms on the table and rising from his chair, caught in a relentless euphoria.

"Yeah... then..." Sander muttered, looking around and coughing.

The light from the torches hanging on the wall reflected on his forehead, which when he began to sweat became as shiny as a mirror.

Dag swallowed empty and felt shivers down his back.

"Are you feeling well, Sander? Tell me, where is Freydis?" he said, breathing anxiously. 

"Uhm... Dag... you're not going to like my answer. I remember that the young Shieldmaiden you're talking about, she was a skilled warrior, she excelled among her companions, but… about a month ago, we organized a diplomatic mission on the island of Vaeren, the territory under the rule of the Horns Of Heimdallr..." Sander said, resting his glass on the table, trying to concentrate.