Voices From the Fire.
CHAPTER TWO
Rouffe followed his friend’s look and turned to look over his shoulder.
A solemn man in chain mail who wore a sword stood and studied the young crowd.
Rouffe jerked upright at the solemn countenance of the man.
“Gladsdon, what brings you here?”
“Young master, your father wishes to see you.”
Rouffe knew him as one of the men at arms his father maintained. “I have a horse for you.”
Rouffe nodded and adjusted his cap and followed his father’s man. He nodded to his friends who took on a quiet demeanor.
“Oh Rouffe, what have you done now?” One grinned. He could only shrug and shake his head.