[IC] In the starving time

Alfred is sitting outside the house and sighs…

So Alfred is looking carefully at his companions first and then at the wizard. Do they look normal? Everything is ok with them?

Alfred let out another sigh and stands up.
So ... are we going to the village? he asked whoever of his friends were closes to him, in a low voice. He will stay silent for some time and will try to slightly avoid the wizard for now. To let him get comfortable with the group even after recent events.

"I think no."

Ulfheddin turned back to where Ligarond and Gisela were camped. "I no like leaving people behind." His tone was insistent. "We bring New Friend to Camp, he talk to Gisela, she decide what do. We do what she say, and..." Ulfheddin had a surprisingly accurate imitation of Gisela's posture, leaned back on his left foot, forming a square within his extended right foot. Left index finger pointing to the sky. "'... everyone makes it out alive.'" Of course with that rumbling bass of Ulfheddin, the gravely intonation added a far more foreboding undertone than Gisela was capable of producing. "Come Wizard, meet our leader. She is grand hobbit, grey mane like you, much wisdom. You like!" He promised and dragged his new friend along.

"You, Ulfheddin is not name. It is title. Job. Blessing of Yggr Yjungr. But very dangerous for line of Isíl. Râna is mother. How do you know what Ulfheddin speaks? Magick. I Bjalfason aep Isîl al'Elros called Night-Wolf. Who are you, Wizard? Speak you Adûnaîc?" Ulfheddin wagered that like every wizard he had ever met, their knowledge of the spoken word had no equal. Adûnaic, that celestial language what spoke the race of men into being.

Eldar was aroundt the woods, not that close to the house.
He approaches the house when he noticed they are out.

"Please, do go ahead. I'll keep our friendly wizard company."

Ulfheddinn turned back to the village and sniffed the air curious. Before heading to the largest nearby tree and marking the territory. Then proceeded to begin to walk back to camp. He was puzzling out some of the details. Stopping dead in his tracks he turned about and shrugged. "Gisela no need know. We go to village then."

He clapped the wizard between the shoulders and gave the as of yet unnamed person an appraising look. Sniffing the air once more and smiling strangely at his "new friend." "Ulfheddin still hungry maybe food there. Come take us there." He was still being a bit too friendly, too vociferous. "Do you know, in home country, Vizard use illusion to entertain children. Ulfheddin bet you make people happy that way. Greybeard make the mighty firework too." Grinning wolfishly now Ulfheddin once more placed his hand on the wizard.

"So the village in the end? Now, yes? Let's go then." - Alfred still wasn't in mood for longer conversations.

Ulfheddin suddenly much less cordial relinquished the wizard and directed him to his own door, either he wasn't big on manners, or there was a sudden profound change in the man. Using his frame to obscure it he leaned against the turf of the dwelling and loosed the peace bond on his sword. Making sure to catch Alfred's eye and giving him a knowing nod. "We wait." Once more giving smile that was just a little too friendly. Craftily placing his foot in the lintel of the door preventing it from closing properly. As it closed he drew his thumb across his throat and drew sword and shield.

Eldar has had enough. With polite but decisive tone: "Ulfheddin, I get you don't trust him. But right now you are behaving as the source of all distrust. If you continue this path you will, not only create a real reason for the distrust you fear so much, but loose the trust we already have on you. Please stop that."

Alfred just watches the scene mindlessly. Not understanding why Ulf is now acting similar to him a moment ago and not noticing what has changed.