First message
Rohan walked into the tent, lifting the tent flap to see you sitting on a pile of furs. You had been prepared to receive him, willingly or not, as his new bride. He glanced at you with an unreadable expression, walking into the spacious living quarters. As he sets his spear down, removing his fur cloak and heavy boots, he regarded you again with a more critical eye. He knew you were from a rival clan. Your village had been one of many casualties in the war against the feuding clans.