My deepest sympathies, Doug.  I hope that you and your family are bearing up okay. 

Thanks, Tom.

Hey Doug, sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and your family.

Hey guys, my mother passed away this past Saturday. It has been really busy around here with plans for the funeral. I will be reading along, but I may not be present in any post until next week.

Gwaithlim rushes to the hut to cover the others from where the fields were while the others deal with the remaining guards and rescue Esgalwen.  The whole situation seems utterly odd to him.

Matt, are you around?

... but, hasty as it is, her shot goes wide, flying through the darkened doorway.  Within, Esgalwen's captor leaps, startled, as an arrow streaks in to embed itself in the side of a wooden oat-crock. 

Hathcyn's blow is swift and sure, slipping with great cunning past the red-cloaked man's guard to force the breath from his belly.  But no weak link can the Longspear find in his foe's well-wrought mail, and with fury in his eyes the man presses his own attack. 

Luindîs, watching from afar, sees the young bowman preparing a shot.  Not today, child! she thinks to herself as she beats him to loosing the first arrow...


Luindîs attacks the beardless guard (TN 17):

Oh yeah - a Protection test!

No problems re the hit (I'm assuming on the red-cloaked guard) but I'll just make it clear that you're still outside the farmhouse.  I've included the aside about what Esgalwen sees for atmosphere.