They dried off, warmed up, and ate before the young man would answer any of their questions. During the meal, a tasty stew, Celyn observed the motley group of people and came to some conclusions. Conclusions which were confirmed when the one-eyed man saw Tynan looking at the twitching man with some distaste.
Their host slammed down his fist, his dark eye sparking with anger as he caught Tynan’s look.
The baby gave a startled squawk and began to cry. The Pictish girl soothed it with soft pats and murmurs.
Glytha frowned at her husband. “Calm yourself, my lord. There is no need for this.”
The man scowled, the scar lending his face a fierce cast. “Oh, aye?” He pointed at Tynan with his knife. “This one is wondering, see. He thinks we be a nest of cutthroats and thieves, or worse, I reck
