<div class="floatleft">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd461/rikk_319/Character%20Images/Viking_Warrior_by_severeene.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aelfgar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Reach, just outside of Markarth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early evening, dusk.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Drake, Iljana, Moric, open<br/><br/>Aelfgar nodded to Drake's agreement; this was a trust, and besides having healed him, he was honor-bound now with a traveling companion, however newly-met.  He liked things simple.<br/><br/>However, when the big cat returned, things became somewhat more complicated, as he saw the Nord woman clinging to it.  A moment later, before he'd even reacted, yet another figure appeared; an armed Breton, it seemed, but in a non-threatening stance.  He stood, leaving Final Word sitting against the log he'd been resting on, and moved towards the two newcomers, but then turned his head to Drake.  "It seems both your healing and mine may be needed."  He came forward, assisting the injured warrior-woman to a sitting position, allowing her to lean against him..  "I would say that you have been both cursed and blessed, countrywoman; all three of us here can aid you with your battle-wounds."  He already saw that she was formidable if she'd taken on a local bear.  As for the Breton, he was glad he was just another well-meaning traveler.  "I shall support her while the two of you may work your craft."