Skorri

The young skald nods, but frowns with mild concern as he sees Mørkedrømevandrer searching the body of the slain witch. "What should we do with that?" Skorri asks, indicating the corpse. "I'd hate to see her come back again some day to trouble Silvermeade Hall, like that lot out there." he gestures to the undead milling around the Tor.

He goes to gather up his bow and search for any other weapons that might be given to the girls. "Gods' willing it won't come to it, and we'll defend you with our lives and honour; but if you need to defend yourselves, better to meet the enemy with a weapon in hand like a true Northlander, hey?!" he tells them cheerfully, as he herds them to the centre of the stone circle. Once there, he goes to examine the large altar stone in the centre - if the witch Sibbe was so interested in it, perhaps it held some clue as to how to dismiss the unnatural storm or the walking dead warriors?

Skorri turns his gaze to Little Runa. "You weren't tied up like the others... what was the witch saying to you?"