The warrior in front of Cadeyrn was young and from his excitement of the coming battle, rather brash.
The fires of war will forge him into a man soon enough. he thought to himself as he took the young warrior's arm in an embrace.

''i have been training non stop since i heard the news of the attack and i am ready to protect this village." The Tribesman said with confidence. "They are no match for our might."

Cadeyrn forced a smile." Indeed, we will kill many of them". He said with his own forced enthusiasm.
"I must be off. Continue training for now, for the day will come when we need every able-body warrior we can muster." The Champion said before turning and continuing on his way to his dwelling.


Upon arriving in his small home, Cadeyrn immediately began packing dried meat, bread and vegetables into a smaller satchel, then he placed a long sleeve tunic and wool leggings for cold weather into a large sack, along with tools needed to repair damage to his equipment.
After arranging the large sack and satchel on his bedding, he grabbed a a few leather and cloth pouches. One had a flint and tender in it for starting a fire, another had herbs that could combat a fever and illness, and the last one had another mixture of herbs that slow bleeding and reduce pain when applied to an injury.
After laying the pouches next to the sack and satchel, he moved over to an area of the hut where he kept his battle gear. There, Cadeyrn equipped his belt, which had a large horizontal oval piece that protected his lower stomach and another long piece that ran from his left hip, across his chest and connected at his right shoulder, there he sheathed his dirk. The piece continued over his right shoulder, across his back and connected at his left hip which is where he would sheathe his long sword.
Next he pulled out a pair of leather boots insulated with rabbit fur and a pair of finger less leather gloves.
At the other side of the room, he already had his large oak and iron shield leaning against the wall, along with his Lancea long spear resting behind it. He would leave them there until time to leave.
After making a mental note to fill his water skin after leaving the village, he began to inspect his blade for any damage or blunt areas on the blade, and after being satisfied that he was keeping his promise to Sorcha about taking care of the blade, he sheathed it on his back strap.

All there is left to do is wait, he thought to himself. Dusk would be arriving in a few hours. Gods guide our path.