[Eyvind Redbeard]

The group was gathered, the men were prepared and eager to start this new mission they had been given. Around him, Eyvind could see his ten Black Shields equipped similarly to him. They all carried a leather breastplate and leather bracers made out by the finest leather tanner in Taralon. Their shoulders were covered with short round cloaks that covered both their back and chest and possessing an hood to cover their heads. Dressing in dark brown and dark green, with their swords' scabbards changed to dark leather ones instead of the common yellow and with their backpacks carrying what supplies they needed, the Daekin's group was ready.

With a nod he called for Kella and pointed her the boat she would be travelling on. Saluting to his three companions he prepared to push the boat into the water with Alfgeir's help. But before doing so he turned to Cyrus and with a smile stated.

"Up river and then back in the barracks!"

The Vagaran understood how worried the Sword Daekin was. The Aslanite would always follow his god's Tenets no matter what, but maybe this time he would have to open an exception, or die trying. At least he would be sure the ones he loved would be safe. He sighed when his eyes glanced at Kella and then at the others.

The two boats were ready. Each had five sailors as crew, four in the oars and one as helmsman. The overlaped wooden planks and the almost flat belly of the boats, adding to the wooden heads of mytical creatures in the boats' prows made Eyvind remember the ongships of his people. After all these sailors were Vagaran so it wasn't that surprising to see their culture printed in their doings.

As the boats started to move up the river, first slowly and then gaining some speed, the Daekin reached for the map Cyrus had given him and matched it with the memory of one he had seen in his Office. If the river's stream didn't get too strong they could use it to reach a lake in the mountains just some miles North of Narim Castellum. As for Cyrus he could reach Red Hollow by river too. But it would be up to him.

With a nod to Alfgeir he ordered the boats to move faster. Time was their enemy.