Rubbing his bruises while rounding his recalcitrant horse, Skorri tries to placate the irate farmer Ljot.

"Hey, don't blame us; blame the horses! Damned beasts have a mind of their own!"

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Freyja watches the bondsmen ride south before glancing at Skorri and the others, "Those names, are they known to you?".
With the excitement of the chase over, as they ride towards the Coast Road, Skorri answers Freyja's question.

"Aye, they're known to me, but by reputation only. Criminals, they are - murderers and rapists from Storstrøm Vale, fleeing the justice of their jarls. Rumours say that they're hiding around Halfstead somewhere."

As they approach the spring, Skorri returns the hail.

"A good day to you, too, Sven One-Eye; my father sends his regards. Some dried apples sound delicious," he says with the enthusiasm of the perpetually hungry young lad that he is. "Thank you for the offer!" Skorri dismounts from his horse and leads it to the spring for a drink. "Got any good gossip for me today?"