Two in a row...looking grim for Esgalwen.
Broken from her thoughts, Esgalwen nods to the crying woman, "I will tell him right away. Please, it will be returned, but might I take your father's scabbard with me?" There was hesitance. "I promise you - both the scabbard and
the sword shall be returned to you."
There was a conviction in the Ranger's eyes that lent the woman release, and slowly the empty scabbard was given. Esgalwen nodded and placed a hand of comfort on the woman's shoulder, while the other reverently held the sheath.
"I will return with news to you."
And with that, Esgalwen returned to the forum of thegns and her companions. A quiet fell over them all and Esgalwen wondered if it were because her news demanded attention, or if it were due to the fact that a woman had entered the chamber. Part of her knew why Grimbeorn had sent her - he had seen her in battle and knew she would have a keen eye towards the wounds dealt...still part of her had felt dismissed.
Esgalwen shook the thoughts from her mind and strode confidently to where Grimbeorn sat. She ignored the eyes that were on her, as she did. Once there, she bent in close to speak to the Master of the House. She did not whisper, but the words were for Grimbeorn and for him to make judgment.
"I have looked over the bodies, Grimbeorn. The arrow shots were lethal, but yet sill the throat of Merovech was opened. So either, the man was slain with knife and then his body disgraced with arrows, or the opposite is true. Either way - it is a message being sent. Here is the man's scabbard - it is empty."
Grimbeorn took the empty sheath. Esgalwen added, "Is this a grudge that we are seeing, or another incursion by your neighbors to the north? If the former, than this is a brutal murder within your house. If the latter...well, it would seem that Viglund by taking the Dwarves and slaying these men most cruelly, is challenging you. And I say it is you because it is now well-known that Beorn will see you as his heir."