Hilde leaned against the horse. Her weariness catching up to her. "Yes...a camp and fire...away from the stench."<br/><br/>Looking around at the various others she spies the other horseman and gives him a curious stare. "Saga, ye know who that be? Wieldin' an ice blade. Wonder if 'e has a camp?"<br/><br/>The others seemed as weary as she. But now was not the time to linger. She took a deep breath, "Thar be a camp near? Wit' a fire? If not, we be movin' away from tha stench. Downwind, if we can." She climbed on the lazy horse.  He took a dissultry hop then settled for a shambling walk away from the dead.<br/><br/>He apparently knew a place and she let him walk, turning to the others as she shrugged. "Clearin' ahead, looks drier and cleaner than this one." She did not care if they followed, she was weary and needed to warm up and rest. When Frost stopped and pulled the reins down to munch on grass once again, she slid off him and found the remains of an old campsite, complete with a fire ring that looked sturdy and a pile of wood covered by a tarp. Large logs were haphazardly arranged around the fire pit.<br/><br/>"This be good as any." she mumbled to herself as she gathered tinder and wood and started a fire. She was still in sight of the others and they could come and join her if they wanted to. She sat on the ground and leaned against a stump. Too weary to do anything but sit there and dig through her saddlebags to find the flask of brandy. Just to warm up of course. She set a small kettle of water over the fire and let it come to a boil. Tea was better than nothing right now.<br/><br/>She gazed up at the stars and wondered what had happened to the Valkyre to put her in such a state.