Milyausha watched as the lord spoke, her eyes shifted from him to his gathered warriors, then to the girl with the hair the color of flame. She smiled when the woman volunteered, she respected bravery, and these north folk were brave, even their womenfolk.<br/>She heard the woman's companion speak as well, saying he would go but she must remain. No doubt he cared for her and was afraid the woman would come to harm; of course she could not be sure if this came from nobility or if he was simply to afraid to face the chance he would lose her. Then again, she could be wrong about the pair, but she doubted it.<br/><br/>Her eyes caught the woman who had been feeding the horse kneeling, pulling something from a pouch and casting it onto the floor. A wise woman so young? Milyausha wondered. In her tribe those who read the portents were old, young women were merely in training, surely she could not be...<br/><br/>Her thoughts were unstrung by the runecaster's voice. She understood the words clear enough, four, one an outsider. Milyausha glanced around the lodge, it seemed as if all were from the North, all save her. Slowly she came to noticed dozens of pairs of eyes that had slowly turned to her. She looked to the young woman who had thrown the runes with a glance that seemed almost accusatory before turning her attention to the Lord of the holdt.<br/><br/>"If the gods so wish it, I will travel with your chosen to slay whatever it is that troubles your lands." She spoke in a heavily accented voice, she spoke slowly, clearly thinking about the words she used before she spoke them. "However I owe my life to the man beside me, and by the customs of my people I am bound to him till I have repaid this debt. Until he deems my debt satisfied, I must accompany him."