Words of the Raven - Northward

[Telcontar]

Hathcyn surveyed the crowd. He knew that they would not let him too near the dwarf out of fear for scheming with his would be liberators. Which in fact was exactly what he wanted to do.

The young Beorning put his fingers to his mouth and gave a distinct whistle while he appeared to cheer on the fight. The dwarf immediately perked up and looked about with his eyes resting on Hathcyn when he sounded again. The whistle was well known to the dwarf and the man. Among the road workers it was a signal to be alert for danger. In the event of spiders or other foul creatures the work parties would raise the alarm in such a fashion to alert each other when they were dispersed and at work. There was another pattern that they used to signal gathering together, but Hathcyn hoped that the alert would be enough for now for the dwarf to know something was afoot.

He fadded from the front of the crowd and tried to get a read on where the buildings were and from which direction the captives would run.