Guests

**Big thanks to Luke Karls for your support**

With everyone settled Arthor had gathered his important people. They began their discussion on how to complete what Arthor had began.

They were not far into their discussion when Ronell spoke up, "we have guests". He words caused all present to be silent as they collectively turned to him.

"There are five of them,"

"Are they together?" Benjen questioned, " they each have separate origins but now they move as one."

"Meha see to it that these guest of ours are brought here."

Meha gave a nod before moving out of the place to go and escort these guests Ronell had seen.

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The five men came to a halt, as the laid eyes of the bodies before them, the ravens and other wildlife had gotten to the bodies causing the already gruesome scene to be even more terrifying.

The men all exchanged glances;

Wymar had originally began his journey with two others but upon meeting the other Messengers he had those two return as he marched in with the others.

He had of course heard of the massacre before arriving and the supposed faith of the captives, but hearing about it and witnessing it were two entirely different things Wymar had come to realize were two entirely different things.

As Wymar laid eyes on the bodies before him, his gulped involuntarily. He was about to speak to the one who had done this, the wing maker.

Wymar was brought out of his musings by a sound from the woods and from seeing the people around him already readying their weapons, he knew then that the sound was no creation of his mind.

With his sword in his trembling hands Wymar looked into the woods awaiting the source of the sound.

She soon arrived before them drapped in leathers, her hair in tight braids she had bow resting on her back with a spear held tightly at hand.

"Put your weapons away" the old tongue flowed of her tongue.

Wymar exchanged glances with the other men but none made to drop their weapons. The girl looked between them before tilting her head.

"Arthor is awaiting you, or do you intend to keep the high chief waiting". Hearing mention of the infamous high chief Wymar regained his senses putting his sword away.

The others around followed his lead causing the girl to focus her gaze on him, she held his gaze for a few seconds before nodding seemingly at nothing.

Once her nod was complete though they heard, the unmistakable sound of arrows being put away.

With his eyes rapidly searching, he found what he was looking many men, about a dozen by his count, putting away bows and arrows that were once trained at them.

"Follow me"

The girl began to make her way through the forest that seemed straight from the depths of the seven hells.

Soon Wymar was out of the forest of men and into through the God's wood with the village in sight. Upon seeing it Wymar understood why the immediate response of the survivors was to run.

The sheer numbers alone were enough to down any one clan. Wymar had been here not long and already things were not looking good for his people.

"Arthor is this way" the girl spoke as she led him through the village. The eyes of many trained on him and his company as the made their way into a grand log cabin.

The inside of the cabin was decorated in fine furs with the skull of an elk hanging from up above.

Surrounding he and his four newfound companions were eleven people, Wymar's eyes searched for the fabled high chief. He had thought it would be easy, he had expected something straight out of old tales.

All he saw before him however were people.

The silence dragged on as the residents simply observed him and the others. His eyes moved to his companions as well only to be surprised when he found out they all had their eyes on him.

At some point in time unknown to himself the others had began to see him as their leader. If they saw him as one it was only fitting that he act like one.

"We are here to speak with Arthor which on of you is Arthor?" Wymar questioned as he focused on the one handed man.

"I am Arthor" hearing this he and the four others turned to the source to see a man poking at something with a stick.

The man seemingly feeling their gaze turned around to look at them giving them a playful smile, "bread and salt, then we talk of why you are here."

Arthor's words caused two women to move towards the men offering them bread and salt.