Sabine made a small gasp of surprise as Rydis laid one of his hands on her shoulder, speaking to her. Glaring at him, she huffed.  Laying one calloused hand on her chest, she took a deep, cleansing breath to steady herself.<strong>"Easy for you to say, we're in a Council of War.  The last like this was before the war between the villages,"</strong>The woman said, wrapping a loose strand of her flame coloured tresses around her fore finger.  She dropped her hands to the table, turning her head to look up at her long time friend, smiling.<br/><br/>She listened to the Lord of the Holdt speak of the offering of wealth, and acres.  Her eyes narrowed, realizing that all their lives were going to be changed forever.  Less than a third of the warriors would leave the moderate safety of the Holdt and leave for Niflheim to face the growing darkness.  Sabine watched her Lord and Leader sink into his throne, waiting for the warriors to come forward and speak with him.  The woman rose slowly, refusing to flee with the other refugees.  Raising her voice to be heard over the clamor, she spoke for all,<strong>"My lord, I will leave the Holdt and travel to the East."</strong>