The Captain watched from the deck as his passenger approached noting the quality of his armour, and horse. Mercenary for sure. He also noted the size of the man. Nothing exceptional. That might be a probem with some of the dencer members of his rag tag crew. He'd need to lay down the law. He wanted no blood spilled on his decks. The warrior would have the bosons berth, and best if he kept to it.
The knight approached slowly and steadily, a seasoned traveller used to harbour towns. His broad sword hanging from his right hip ensured that he would be unmolested. Getting a horse onto the deck of a ship is not an easy thing, but it got done. The passenger crossed the gang plank with sure feet, never hesitating. The captain was unsurprised when the man refused to pay in advance, and woe betide anyone who considered releaving of his coin before they reached the Danish shore.
The captain wished that the warrior had stayed in the berth provided, rather than taking the evening air in full view of the men. Clad only in breeches and tunic the crew might fancy their chances. They watched him with interest over their grog. It was his place as master to keep them in check, and the evening passed without incidence. That Bodger should be missing in the morning was a surprise. He was nowhere on board. Vanished without a trace. No one saw, and no one heard, and the knight didn't even recall the crewman apparently. Silver changed hands and the mercenary rode away along the jetty, into the foreign woodlands. Ravens flew, and the captain shivered uncontrollably. Word gets around within the League. He hoped to God he had not been unwise. He had been paid twice for this already.
As the knight rode on through the unfamiliar landscape he thought about the wolf. He thought about the wolf a lot these days.
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