Grancourt Family/The Keffa Campaign/Fror's Awakening

Fror's Awakening

Fror awoke in a bit of a dazed state, his eyes were blurry and the last thing he remembered was being thrown from the high walls of Keffa.

He attempted to get up but a firm hand kept him in place on his bed.

"You have been wounded my friend" came the voice of his healer Danez, the two of them met in Heen a while back and for some reason Danez had grown to like the big oaf of a lord. Though Fror wasn't the brightest apple in the bunch, he was the most trustworthy and his strength had kept Danez out of many precarious situations involving his gambling debts.

But fror was having none of it. He swung his legs from the bed and left Danez behind with a bemuzzed state muttering the words: "Sometimes i just dont know how he can manage to keep going".

Fror stumbled through his camp, only taking a few seconds to register that his men were down 6 from when they started this campaign. Though aching from the wounds in his sides and the bruises he had sustained from the fall he continued on, past other nobles of Heen that stared at the sight of the giant stumbling along in nothing but a night gown.

finally he came to two large camps, both highly decorated, unsure as to which belonged to the person he was looking for he headed to the closest tent. Lucky for him that this tent did belong to his intended destination.

Fror barged past the guards who took little notice now, they had gotten used to the large man stumbling past them in many different types of clothing.

"NOW WHERE IS THAT BOTTLE OF WHISKY YOU PROMISED ME!!" Fror bellowed before he even took notice of who was occupying the tent.

Two heads spun around to greet the stumbling giant. Thrydwulf, High marshal of Heen was the first to respond, being as used to Frors antics as anyone alive could be. "Fror, its good to see you are up and about again, and in such high spirits as well i see"

The other guest in Thrydwulfs tent also being a good friend and fellow lord burst out laughing at the sight that was before her. Jadine had visited Fror as he lay unconcious in his tent the night before and knew that Fror would not be kept lying on his back for long.

"Sit down before you fall down old friend" Thrydwulf commented

"Who you calling old!! but i will take you up on that offer" Fror muttered as he crashed down on the floor. "i could do with a drink"

Jadine had managed to control herself and passed Fror a glass of wine she had poured from a bottle she was drinking from. "Here you go"

Fror felt comfortable around these two and began asking about the battle and how the other two of them had managed to stop themselves being thrown from the walls just as he had been.